With the sharp, menacingly aimed weapon so close to his throat that he could feel the chill of the cruel metal, Kael reflexively held his hands up in surrender. "I come in peace? ET Phone Home, I mean you no harm-" His somewhat random gibberish only made the wielder inch the spear forward, quickly silencing him. "Hold there. I do not know of this, "Phone Home" you speak of. But humans are not permitted within these walls unless given permission by a Royal." Who was now clearly a guard spoke with disdain, seeming disgusted by his presence.
"Which I am, thank you. I brought him to give him supplies and send him on his way as thanks for a meal freely given. Stand down." Ceal spoke up with a tone unlike his normal carefree demeanor, commanding the guard coldly. He then pushed by the slack jawed guards that were blocking them, hurrying Kael along with him. "We'd better get you that gear and get you out of here. They're a bit racist if you can't tell?" He was back to his "normal" self, acting as if nothing at all had just happened. This not only annoyed Kael, but made him sigh with frustration, hurrying past the countless stalls filled with goods and disdainful Elves to a cluster vine and log huts, made almost like they were a natural construct. "Hmmm... Analyze." Kael stared at one of the huts as he used his skill, to which the system responded quickly.
[Druidcraft Hut: A magical structure made with nature magic. Obviously made by a powerful druid. Durability: 200/200.]
"Hey, so how did these get made?" Kael asked aloud as he walked towards a large, stone and brick building a short distance away. 'I wonder if I'll get a class soon. But what would be good to have with this mediocre skillset...?' They were now near the building, the scent of smoke and feeling of heat emanating from behind the sturdy wooden door. "Oh, you mean the huts? Well, back when this specific village was founded, we had quite a few druids that were very, very strong compared to the ones we have now. Of course, that was a thousand years ago, when Otherworlders were supposedly common. Some of our most powerful druids were from the otherworld." Ceal pushed open the door without knocking, the unmistakable scent of metal filling Kael's nose.
Inside was a massive, messy pile of equipment, each looking to be good quality at least, though it was all piled up like garbage ready to be thrown out. From behind it, a burly looking Elf trudged out of a room, catching sight of the pair. "If it ain't the troublemaker an' a yuman. Look what we got 'ere." The bulky man came up and clapped Ceal on the shoulder lightly. But even a light clap made the lithe Elf's knees bend a bit, a wince of pain appearing and disappearing so fast that it would be missed by most people. "Hello... Arlos. Thanks for the ah, warm greeting. This is Kael, he gave me some food when I found him lost in the forest and I decided on my honor I'd supply him with something better than.. a stick." At the mention of a measly stick being his best equipment, Kael flushed with both irritation and embarrassment. At least his stick was more useful than Ceal had been! The huge elf that he now knew to be Arlos just gave a tooth filled grin, a hearty laugh almost loud enough to shake the pile of goodies in the middle of the room bellowing out from his core. "This 'un is a bit ballsy I'd say! What level are you, Boy. I'll give you somethin' to work with, and a bit 'o armor to keep you from being killed, at least quickly." Rummaging through the mountain of things, Arlos pulled out a number of bits of armor, a gauntlet here, a leather tunic there. "Oh ah.. I'm level 2." Kael said with a mutter, bracing for the coming laughter.
"You're a damn funny one, Boy. No chance a level 2 could kill even the weakest thing in these woods. Even a measly Lesser Crawdad is enough to kill a level 2 if they ain't got good gear." Arlos just ignored his statement and tossed a simple set of leather armor towards him, which was so surprisingly heavy that he almost fell over from the impact. "I'm not kidding, and what the hell is this made from? It feels like a boulder!" He huffed, straining to put down the basic equipment he couldn't even lift. His stats sucked so bad that even something like leather was heavy. "I'll be damned kid, you just might be the luckiest person in this village seeing as you aren't dead." The elven smith scoffed and went into the room he had come from, a few clanking and banging sounds coming from within. Not long after, he walked back out with some thin looking leather gear, just simple boots and a short chestpiece that covered the heart and most of the shoulders. "Take this at least. Even you should be able to wear somethin' this thin then." he grunted this as if he were still in shock such a weakling survived out there without anyone else.
[Accept Gift? Y/N] [Leather Chestpiece] gives +4 DEF, [Leather Boots] gives +2 DEF. [Equip? Y/N]
Tapping Yes both times, the light gear shimmered and then appeared on Kael in a flash, the Equip action stunning both the present Elves. "Holy mother of Freya, I'll be damned if that ain't a [System]. I haven't seen one since the last of the Otherworlders died out a good 200 years back. You don't happen to be...?" The blacksmith was now dumbfounded, seeing the scrawny human with Otherworlder abilities confirmed his suspicions. "Well, yes I'm not from this world. But I'm a bit lost on what exactly you're so startled, I thought even normal people could do this in Valhalla?"