Maaza-juuka
Inside earth capitol, Aldinas shop.
(Moving into early afternoon?)
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With a Slick slide of Maaza's hand he floods his grubby vice into the seemingly peerless and complex void of his over burden bags, His tongue danced about along with his whole frame wiggling about trying to blindly feel for something. Aldina would get the joyful view of Maaza's face contorting, waving to-and-fro only to be given a pause by another customer who spoke on familiar tone to the dwarf Aldina. Maaza seemed a bit annoyed that this man bypassed him but knowing he would take some time and he being a apparent friend was nothing to be done. From those mangled bags under his poncho, at the mushed end of some bag he found and thrust free with a violent grunt jerking his body just so that it would bump into the man should he not react.
A leather scroll bag of abnormal quality, harden with polished stones so ablaze in even this dim light of the store they could be mistaken for crystal quartz slaps too the side of the man (Draven) if he had not moved before.
Recoiling with panic he squeaks out an apology too the man (Draven)"Saaaha s'cuse me, I mean no harm, as you can see '
lifting up his arms, rising up the ragged hem of his poncho to better show the haphazard jumble of bags belted to his body.' Rather over weight..." giving a smile hoping to chase away any malice born from his blunder while he handed the hard leather scroll pouch to the dwarf. Should Aldina take ahold of this hard leather scroll bag she would feel its rather oppressive weight hinting to its design to endure. "Ahh Ahhh here here!" Maaza shouts with a glee to Aldina "Dwarf-clerk, Here in this, this this this! all you need to know about order'n design! ohooo Hoo!"
Within the scroll bag parchment with well done etchings of bags and belts clearly designed for Maaza's body type with many revisions too it, crude drawings and even strange notes, names and a poem about a dwarf of all things his colorful thoughts on a elf and his disagreeable choice in clothing.
Maaza smiled knowing this task was done and he could now hound a close by inn to rent out for a few nights and loosen his back up, the dreamy haze of a hot bath, spiced ale and a warm fire bled into his current reality venting out a questionable bubbly grin out to the dwarf. Maaza readied his leaving and slowly inched to the door just waiting on the dwarf to finalize the deal.