344 Meeting a Shaman (1/2)
The Darkmoon Tribe's garments were all made from materials that can only be gained from demonic beast carcasses. Namely, they are bones, leather, fur, feathers, and scales.
If there was one thing he had to point out about this store, it was not quite the tailor store he was expecting. It was more suited to be called a light-armor store.
There was no such thing as garments made solely for the sake of covering oneself. Everything was created with the word 'protection' in mind, whether it be for defensive purposes or simply to keep your body warm from the cold.
”Welcome to the best tailor store in town, esteemed customers. Here, we have—Ah, Big Brother Goldenrod! Welcome, welcome. Are you here to buy the leather guards you've been eyeing?”
A naive young voice greeted them from behind the counter with enthusiasm.
”Little Bone? I'm not the one shopping today.” Goldenrod shook his head before walking over and ruffle the little boy's head. ”I see you are already old enough to be helping out with the store. Where is your grandpa?”
Leon shifted his gaze over and studied the little boy, who appeared to be roughly 9 years of age. The little boy was still normal and did not have an excessively large muscle build like what he had seen from every adult warrior in the tribe.
”Grandpa is working on his next piece of equipment in the workshop at the back.” Little Bone answered simply before curiously asking, ”If Big Brother Goldenrod is not the one shopping, then is it this… brother here?”
Goldenrod was not given time to answer, before Little Bone's eyes lit up and followed up with another question, ”Brother, which great family are you from! How do you grow so quickly?”
The little boy had mistaken Leon for another child who had yet to take the Rite of Baptism and bath in the Black Pool to formerly begin warrior training.
Goldenrod smiled wryly and corrected the child's thinking with a shake of his head, ”Little Bone, this person here is a Great Warrior. You should address him respectably as Big Brother Leonhardt.”
”Ah? Really??? You are not lying to me, Big Brother Goldenrod?” Little Bone doubted.
”Why would I lie to you? Quickly go fetch your grandpa for me, alright?”
”Hmm, alright.”
Little Bone had his doubts, but he was easily convinced since an adult had told him so.
After a cute little nod, Little Bone hopped down from the tall stool behind the counter and ran off to call his grandpa in the back.
”Steal their goods? Hahaha, Brother Leonhardt sure knows how to joke. No one dares to steal from a Shaman. You must know that Shamans enjoy a very lofty status. To offend a Shaman is to offend the entire tribe. No one would be stupid enough to do that.” Goldenrod laughed before adding, ”Why not take this time to see if there's something that catches your eye?”
A Shaman running a tailor store? Leon found this strange.
”Alright, I'll do just that.”
Leon gave Goldenrod a sidelong glance before inspecting the items on display with a more serious gaze.
He did not know much about Shamans, but he had at least recognized that Shamans were people with some knowledge in runes. Surely, a store run by an Old Shaman would have unordinary items for sale.
'These items are all enchanted with runes! Hm? Some of these items even have Tier 5 runic enchantments!'
Leon's eyes glimmered with interest after making this discovery. Studying these Tier 5 runic enchantments would benefit him surely.
The runes were well hidden in the interior of the garments. It was due to this that Leon had not noticed them until he scanned with his divine sense.
”How much is this leather chest piece?” Leon casually asked Goldenrod as he pointed at the leather armor with Tier 4 runic enchantments.
”That would be 5,000 Dark Crystals, young man. Are you planning to buy it?” An aged voice answered in Goldenrod's stead as an old man could soon be seen walking over with Little Bone following behind him.
”Venerable Shaman.” Goldenrod greeted respectfully.
”En.”
The Old Shaman acknowledged his greeting with a nod.
”5,000 Dark Crystals, huh?” Leon quietly mused while he subtly studied the old man, who might be one of the so-called 'Shamans.'