01-18-2010, 05:17 PM
Airedella watched the exchange of words between the two with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. Chandra seemed enthralled with what she was looking at, but she didn't seem to actually know what she was looking at. "That only two feet long, and that means it is four feet shorter than a typical bo staff, and is no where near proportional to her height, so it is not about the 'same length'." she informed the two, watching the blacksmith as she spoke, "It is no where near worth thirty-five, seeing as it would be useless in battle as anything less than a flail. She would be just as well off waving around a stick when it comes to length. The steel cannot even make up for that."
Turning to Chandra, she folded her arms, "I suggest you find something else." she said. Whether or not she was in love with what she was looking at was not the question- the issue was whether or not Chandra would be able to use it in battle. Walking towards the staffs that were on display, several of which were also plated with some sort of metal, she began to look for one more proportional to Chandra's height.
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