Lips wound tightly into a fierce smile, Magnus appraised his luck at finally getting away from the Zirat. He had left them tenting outside of the city, with Espen keeping watch over them to make sure they didn\'t drift away. If they wanted to leave that badly, he would let them, but not in this country. If they turned to raiding, he didn\'t want to be around to be held responsable, and he had come here with the intention of keeping them from doing that very thing.
He still needed a break from mothering them from time to time. Even something as simple as this; walking down the street glancing into shop windows. The chance to unwind and just enjoy himself was too great to pass up.
Tossing back his hood, he tried not to wince as a gust of wind bit into him. Cold, but not as bad as back home. The thought made him wince again. Home, the estate he had left behind, and the fortune he hoped was begining to pile up. He trusted Lea to run the place while he was away, and Dag had his own loyal servants running his part of the now expanding network of properties. The gusts of wind did bother him though. Although weathered to hardly notice the cold, he was oddly aware of it now. He was in an unfamiliar country, and couldn\'t help but feel naked to the possibilities. That did little for the temperature.
Tightening his cloak around him, he paused in the street to check out the shop he was passing. Most people seemed to be indoors, and the shops were just opening. That made things easier for him, he didn\'t like crowds. He prefered being separate from them, judging them like a merchant or far away from them hunting. Which was why he was still puzzled by his choice to come here. Business was strong back home. It had something to do with his brother wanting to look for partnerships for the Gulbrand weapons\' business he had running, and needing support.
Curious, he glanced into the closest shop. He could see a rack with weapons, and a shopkeeper sitting at the counter. If his brother was here to look for some sort of partnership, than why was he lounging about in taverns instead of meeting with actual potential partners? The last time Magnus had seen Dag, he had been tossing a barkeep a few coins and drowning himself in a tall mug of one thing or another.
Shuffling into the shop, he let his cloak fall open and gave the rack with weapons a closer look. Fine work, now that he had an actual chance to appraise it. Glancing down at his own mace and axe, he smiled. He had little need for weapons himself, especially with the weight of his sword resting against his back. It wouldn\'t hurt to look though, and perhaps he would pick something up, if it caught his fancy. It never hurt to own too many weapons.