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[Emral282]

"Sure, what do you need?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison approached the group again, grunting.

: "Urgh. I could have sworn I at least had pocket change on hand, and not a person among these lot like the sound of a simple courier job. I just hope Kesserling remains vigilant until we return."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"That's annoying."

He looked around at the various passerby.

"I can't believe these people are all so well off in times of plague that they would refuse a simple job offer. Thoroughly annoying..."

[Sirus]

((Sorry for not being around earlier!))

Gregor peers over Adrien's shoulder at the weapons.

: "That's not a bad selection of weapons actually. Shame about the lack of magic staffs or tomes."

He looks around and calls to Ami.

"How much longer do you think that staff of yours will work? If we're going into another battle, we'll want to make sure that you can do your job properly."

[freeformschooler]

Charlotte whispers to Daniel.

"Sure, what do you need?"

: "I think you and I should sneak in. Not here, of course, but there has to be a least-guarded place on the city walls. There are hundreds of people out here and likely many things we could loot inside. Additionally, we could get some more reliable information on the start of the plague and maybe even the 'Dragonstone' we're searching for."

Charlotte eyed the rest of the group.

: "It seems like there is something the city guards are not telling us."

[scapheap]

He looks around and calls to Ami.

"How much longer do you think that staff of yours will work? If we're going into another battle, we'll want to make sure that you can do your job properly."

Ami tapped her staff, listening to it
:"A little over half the magic remained, we be fine for now."

[Haspen]

"So what it will be, young man, eh? I don't mind doing occassional business, but I would prefer making meself a lunch at the moment." The merchant asked, as if in hurry.

[Taricus]

"Well. Ami, you go pick out what weapon you want, and I'll pay for it. But my good man, I should ask if you have some more... "Select" stock available."

[Haspen]

The merchant grimaced after hearing that Adrien was picky about the armaments.

"Bah, fine, I was going to sell it my usual client but... the city is closed, yes... safer to get profit now..." Mumbling, he went back toward the pile of crates, rubbing his large, pudgy hands, eyeing the crates for a moment. Then he grabbed one of them and opened it - inside, on a pile of hay, a curved, slim-looking sword was laying. The edge looked unusually sharp; it was a Shamsir.

"Fine quality steel, forged just a week ago. That blade screams murder, I tell ya." The merchant mumbled. "One thousand gold, and it's yours. Besides that, I don't have anything else."

[Furtuka]

Derrick stopped what he was doing and started staring at the sword with longing in his face.

[Sirus]

Though he himself wasn't a swordsman, Gregor couldn't help but appreciate the craftsmanship of the blade. This was the kind of thing usually reserved for officers in the army.

[Taricus]

: "Done deal, 1000 gold it is." Adrien said, as he handed over the gold for the purchase.

[Haspen]

"Wondeful." The fat man grabbed the money, and then handed the sword to Adrien.

"Is that all?"

[scapheap]

:"A club for me, please."

[Haspen]

The merchant fished out a small, but heavy, club.

"That's 350 coins."