Searching for a Proper Mace and Shield

Crie entered the town market place. It was more active then he had expected. The meeting between the elders was still in session, and he knew it would take some time. It seemed as if it was something of importance. Crie would do best to avoid waiting for long expanses of time, or he'd just start doing something stupid out of bordem. So until he was sure it was close to time, Crie was in search of a new mace. Only the finest maces built by gypsy hands would due, and he wanted to try out shields, after all, onlyt he finest shield would do. Of course, once more built by gypsy hands.