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The blue wolf turned to evaluate him, and Artur burned with humiliation at the way the male's gaze seemed to dismiss him, but he drew himself to his full height and returned that gaze neutrally. He was regretting involving himself at all until the male threw him a casual sales pitch - and actually threw him a bracer to peruse. A spark of interest kindled at the idea of trading the stranger for the parts instead of struggling through piecing together something without any knowledge of crafting, and without a companion with hands. He certainly had no interest in crafting as a profession and it seemed like a waste of time to spend the time and energy learning how to do it just to make a few armor pieces for himself. He examined the bracer closely, turning it over in his paws.

"I traded for a set of tiger claws and teeth and was thinking I could set them into the bracer facing towards me so I can rake them along an enemy," he said aloud, manner losing some of that coldness as he relaxed into the planning process. "Would you be willing to trade a set of bracers and the labor to attach the claws to them, for the tiger teeth and the materials I brought? Crocodile hide, waxed sinew, and antelope suade for lining." Without those premium materials the bracers wouldn't be as... robust or elegant as he'd hoped, but the convenience of them being partly premade made up for their loss. Well, he was sure Red would get plenty of use out of the stack of northern cat and otter pelts he'd traded, he thought sourly to himself, but the faster he was able to make these bracers the better so he'd rather not start totally from scratch.

His blue eyed gaze traveled to the other stranger, who was also examining a bracer piece with a eye towards planning. He had spread out his own collection of what was, as far as Artur could tell, was junk, but the way he and the primate with him were examining both the bracer and the junk said that the golden male thought there was something useful to be found in the neat lines of... stuff, so Artur tried to study the collection with a new eye, but finally gave up. He glanced between the two other males before deciding that this was one of those situations where diplomacy, rather than being antagonistic, would be in order, and sketched a faint bow of greeting to each. Let it not be said that his mother hadn't taught him proper manners. "I apologize for my rudeness. I am Artur Adravendi. I would appreciate the opportunity to trade with and learn from you both, if the exchange is satisfactory for us all."

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