This was the second time Ifrit Obsidian had been to the Bazaar, and it was as intimidating as ever. However, he was a changed being now, and did not let the fact that he was still a newcomer to these parts deter him from his goal:
He had to find claws.
It was silly, but Ifrit felt as if he needed them. He looked at his gloved hands in disgust. While the change in his body had eliminated the uncomfortable stares and stereotypes about his kind, he missed his old claws like they were old friends. They had been valuable weapons to him in the past, sometimes even more so than his beloved blade, and the loss of them had been mentally disturbing to the half breed.
He had come to the Bazaar out of the hope that he might find something reasonable to work with. He had quite recently aquired some cash from a couple of jobs, and while he knew he shouldnt' spend it all he could not help but feel the full weight of the gold coins jingle in his small sack by his side. If any place had what he was looking for, it was here at the Bazaar.
He had come expecting to look for a while, but after only ten minutes he found what he was looking for:
SELLING EXOTIC WEAPONS AND ARMOR
If you cant find it anywhere else, look here!
Well thats certainly one way to catch someone's attention. He thought to himself quietly and chuckled. The tent was brightly colored and very large, and beneath two flaps serving as an entrance he could see a variety of items, some of which the demon swore moved on their own when you looked at them through the corner of your eye. Again the demon chuckled. This looked like his kinda place. Without a second thought he strode inside, shouldering the flaps aside.
Like the outside the inside of the tent was brightly colored, and rows upon rows of exotic and "different" weapons and armor lay lying everywhere. Ifrit saw a sword that that had two blades that crisscrossed to form some strange patter, and saw an armor that had a large, baleful looking eye staring out at the shop, constantly blinking and shifiting its eye furiously.
However, Ifrit found what he was looking for almost immediately. Resting on a wooden table all by itself, an iron gauntlet that seemed to ride up to Ifrit's elbow caught his eye. It was white with several black outlinings to it, but really caught the demon''s attention was the five 6-inch long steel claws that elongated from the fingers of the gauntlet.
They were perfect.
Suddenly he noticed that the gauntlet had a note attached to it. Ifrit picked up the note, and read its contents.
Dear buyer,
This gauntlet was found somewhere within the former reigon of Haidia, by an explorer who happened upon it in his travels. I have heard it is part of a five-piece set of armor belonging to a demon warrior, but alas I only have this one gauntlet. Please, I wish to get rid of it ASAP, as it brings back bad memories of the explorer who found it.
Please bring both this and the gauntlet up to the propetier at the front desk if you are interested in it. I believe he/she will tell you the appropriate price.
The owner of this establishment,
Mr. Aron
Ifrit grinned, not as fearsome as he had been with his fangs, but it was a fearsome grin nontheless. An ancient armor that once belonged to a demon? Ah, fate must be on his side today. Now all he had to do was talk to the propetier.
Without a second thought he swooped both the large gauntlet and note into his hands and, moving swiftly across the huge tent, set both down upon the wooden desk in front of the propetier. "How much is this." Ifrit asked abruptly.
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