There was a morbid fascination sparked with the wounding of his hand, azure eyes locked on the deep red and black of stitches. It kept drawing his gaze back to the injury. Perhaps it was the hyperawareness of it that Kysis had, brought from having to concentrate on not moving his dominate hand. It was only when the clearing of a throat sounded that Kysis looked up, blinking a few times. A customer? Already? Kysis had just put the open sign out a minute ago, the speed of which responce came both amazing and appauling at once. How many of the customers actually came in for the purpose of protection, defense? Kysis doubted there to be any.
The questions were the usual ones. It was some commoner with a thief issue, wished to be prepared for the next time the scoundrels struck. Kysis listened intently, face arranged to remain stern, nodding at appropriate places. The young lord hated theives. At least in Kreos the assailants had balls, striking out in the open instead of sneaking in during the still of night. Luckily, Kysis had run in to no theives yet, and he hoped he would never. Was it the weapons demonstration that held such attacks at bay? Or was it the rumors about his possible connections with Captain Wilson? Whatever the charm was, Kysis was glad he had it.
"Do you know how to use a sword?" An honest question had been posed. What Kysis offered was a very high quality of arms, nothing to be triffled with. A meek "no" was the only responce, a long sigh sifting through mauve lips. The good hand was raked back through his hair, Kysis leading the way to the opposite side of the room. He then explained how a mace or even simpler club might be safer, as they could be swung with very little precision without high risks of wounding one\'s self. The man was delighted and purchsed a basic mace, hugging the box in his arms as he went out. It was nice to see a pleased customer but... that was just creepy.
From there it went stagnant. Kysis was given a chance to survey his currently unusable hand, flip through the papers detailing sales in both Oberon and Kreos, current stock, employees. Dreary work at best, but it had to be done. Every so often he took a break, walking around the store, looking out the window, peaking out in to the market. After a while of restless pacing he sat back down, pulling out an empty ledger of parchment. With a shaky right hand he tried writing, getting frustrated quickly and taking back to pacing.
It was Ryanna\'s day off. Kysis was entertaining the idea that the strange young lady had an intuition about what days were going to be murderously slow, and in turn specifically requested them off. Yes, that was sounding about right. It was already nearing the lunch hour and there had been no more customers, or even people looking. Hopefully the time for food would bring a pick up in pace.
