Folding vambraced arms, Anubis studied the sword array through slitted eyes. The grizzled merchant before him leaned behind the counter, rising with the last of his available weapons. From side to side the countertop was covered in distinct types of blades, all with leather-wrapped handgrips. Anubis inhaled a slow breath, a frown marring his brow. His attention fixed on the broadsword directly in front of him, when he tapped its blade with a gloved finger. "And this?"Closed.
"That's thirty gold coins," the man croaked, fumbling with his straggled mustache.
"Thirty? Thirty!" Anubis' brows fractionally rose. "I'd be paying through the nose—" His face suddenly brightened, letting his arms dangle beside him. "Can we make that twenty?"
"Twenty-five," the man snapped, tone fevered with impatience, "and I ain't goin' any less than that, son."
"All right, got an idea…" Anubis paused, noticing the man's eye wander past and settle on the entrance behind him. The monster hunter did not so much twitch a muscle, even as he sensed three people approach, their footfall muffled and virtually undetectable.
The merchant released an involuntary gasp, eyes widening. Anubis felt a blade tip prode his shoulder bone, two, black-clad figures flanking him as they gathered the weapons and deposited them in a bulging sac. "Don't even think about it," a voice rasped behind him, "or I'll personally introduce you to the ground."