Arthur elbowed him with a grin at the light tease, leading them over to the general store to do their restocking.
“Legend? Christ I hope not.” He snorted “The lesser I’m known the better, otherwise if this whole bear thing makes me not age, gonna have a hard time not being noticed.” He said, hitching Buell on the post and leading the way inside the familiar shop.
Again, another face he recognized in the manager behind the counter, but another that didn’t recognize him. He wondered idly if he was a forgetful face, or being what he was had changed him physically enough to hide his identity. He wouldn’t push his luck by asking, especially since he got into a big fistfight first day in this town awhile back.
Arthur stocked up on the usual dried meats and cheeses, some glorious coffee-Hamlish hadn’t had a lot and Arthur had foolishly blown through what he did early in the winter-but apart from some beans, steered away from canned goods. The medicine seller had certainly refined his palate, and with his heightened sense of smell and taste, found most of the canned items to not be as pleasant anymore.
They also stocked up on fresh fruit and vegetables, and a few jars of jam. The fewer trips into town he made the better so might as well grab what they couldn’t make or forage themselves. The rest of his money went into getting some new clothes.
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“Legend? Christ I hope not.” He snorted “The lesser I’m known the better, otherwise if this whole bear thing makes me not age, gonna have a hard time not being noticed.” He said, hitching Buell on the post and leading the way inside the familiar shop.
Again, another face he recognized in the manager behind the counter, but another that didn’t recognize him. He wondered idly if he was a forgetful face, or being what he was had changed him physically enough to hide his identity. He wouldn’t push his luck by asking, especially since he got into a big fistfight first day in this town awhile back.
Arthur stocked up on the usual dried meats and cheeses, some glorious coffee-Hamlish hadn’t had a lot and Arthur had foolishly blown through what he did early in the winter-but apart from some beans, steered away from canned goods. The medicine seller had certainly refined his palate, and with his heightened sense of smell and taste, found most of the canned items to not be as pleasant anymore.
They also stocked up on fresh fruit and vegetables, and a few jars of jam. The fewer trips into town he made the better so might as well grab what they couldn’t make or forage themselves. The rest of his money went into getting some new clothes.