The Married Life Of Immortals

"So, you came for a weapon? Are you sure you don't just want to go see Tony? That twat will probably even give you a discount, unlike me."

Lysia nodded. "I can't deny that, but Bane is interested in your work, so I thought I might indulge him and see if you have anything good."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. I have plenty of things that will interest you. Follow me," Barrock said and led them towards the back of the store, and through a door into his personal workshop.

The difference was almost jarring. Where the front of the shop was dirty and dusty, the workshop was clean. It was spotless.

Lysia let out a breath. "Ahh, this is nice. Why do you keep the front so dirty? It is just disgusting."

Barrock looked over his shoulder. "Are you going to clean it? Do you think a prominent man such as myself has time for such a thing?"

Lysia's face grew exasperated as she gestured around the room. "You clearly take the time to clean this place!"

Barrock laughed. "That is where you are wrong. My wife is the one who cleans in here."

At the mention of a wife, Bane stumbled back with Mock shock. "You have a wife? I had no idea that dwarves were capable of reproduction! I always thought that the only thing that could ever satisfy you would be a small dog!"

Barrock turned and flipped Bane the finger. "Suck it, asshole. My wife is a beautiful and sexy woman. You are probably still a virgin, so at least I get some!"

"Oh, I am sure. Tell me, did you have to use a ladder to reach her vagina, or did you just lie down on the ground and let her ride you?"

Lysia smacked the back of Bane's head. "Knock it off. I don't understand how you and Barrock can just instantly start bickering like you are blood related."

"That's a secret between men. If I told you, I would have to kill you," Barrock said with a straight face, but then broke out into a smile. "Anyway, the reason why the shop is messy is because, like I said, I am an asshole. Not like I want people to come to the place."

Bane gave the dwarf a skeptical look. "Not much of a shop if you don't want people to buy anything, right?"

Barrock nodded. "I don't care about people. I would rather they not bother me. I only sell a few pieces a month, and the rest I just use as practice for myself."

"So, you just make stuff, but don't want anyone to buy it? How do you pay the bills?" Bane asked with a cocked head.

"Bills? This is a magical village, so we don't have bills. I own the building, and my wife owns "The Leisurely Lass," a restaurant here in the village. Now that we are on an island that has been sealed off, the need for money is only a passing thing. You can't get to the mainland anymore, so there isn't much need to buy food, since it can just be grown here. If you need clothes or gear, there is plenty of that. If you need medicine, or healing, there are healers and potion makers."

Bane nodded and shrugged. "That makes sense. Even after just over a month, there is still so much that I don't know about this place."

Barrock nodded, then motioned for the two of them to follow him through his work area to another room in the very back of the building. If going to the front of the dirty shop to the spotless workspace had shocked them, seeing the last room left them both speechless.

The room was an armory, but Bane was sure that even a king wouldn't have had a more extensive collection. There were rows and rows of weapons that were displayed on racks. In addition, there were also a few full sets of armor on display, and the quality was astounding. Not only that, but the room was lavish. The floor was made of dark and polished stone, the walls were a deep red color, and the ceiling was lined with torches that provided bright and even lighting.

"What the hell is this?" Bane asked, leaving his mouth open as he looked around without even stepping inside.

"This is where I keep the weapons and armor I create that I deem worthy as representation of my skill. Everything in this place is made with mythic grade items. So, not to toot my own horn, but I am; every piece in here would be considered a priceless treasure in any kingdom," Barrock said, puffing his chest out in pride, but Lysia narrowed her eyes on the dwarf, making him suddenly look away and start whistling.

"If I remember correctly, you said you had given us all the weapons and armor you could in the last war, did you not?" Lysia asked in a dangerous voice, making a visible tremor run through Barrock's body as he nervously fingered his beard.

"The thing is, these are not for sale. So, I technically gave you everything I could. From my shop... That was on sale..." Barrock said, his voice growing quieter with each word, but raised her hand, and spell circles started to form, directed at the dwarf.

"These weapons could have-"

*Smack!*

This sound came from Bane's hand soundly connecting with Lysia's soft and supple ass cheek, making the room fall into dead silence. Slowly, oh so very slowly, Lysia turned around with her face only getting redder with each degree of rotation to see Bane with his arms crossed.

"Were you really going to give him shit for not wanting to part with his personal possessions after the fact? Did you forget why we even came? Or did you not want a new toy to try to kill me with?" Bane demanded, and Lysia directed her hand at him, a purple spell circle forming.

"Why do you always choose death?" Lysia asked through gritted teeth.