What? We have to roleplay in the Bazaar now?

[Valentine]

Kadey poo walked into the nicest blacksmith shop he could find and threw his katana, the magical blade Valentine on the counter.

“Hello serving wench/bastard of ambiguous appearance, I wish to sell you my iron sheath and replace it with an identical one, but made of Dehlar. It must fit my blade perfectly, like the old one. My old teacher gave it to me, but not the kind of teacher that penetrates you anally. Mine thought me how to use my sword, which isn’t as dirty as it sounds.”

Kadey smiled a big mummy boy smile for the nice man/lady.

“And hurry up or I’ll cut your gut open and eat your liver.”

[Slayer of the Rot]

"Heh, yeah. You're funny guy." Cyril picked up the katana and held it's sheathed length up to his eye, staring down it for a moment. Then he crammed the weapon into Bagley's mouth, leaned his elbows onto the counter, and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Dehlar, eh? Heavy shit. Not a lot of people go around upgrading their sheathes, but whatever. If you're using that sword right, it's a good choice." He went quiet for a moment, then looked at the glowing familiar. A few seconds later, it pulled the katana out of it's mouth, encased in an unmarred dehlar sheath.

"Eh..." Cyril spun his finger in the air, thinking quietly. "Two hunnert crowns."

[Valentine]

"Thank you, take the 200. Hurry up."

[Slayer of the Rot]

((Valentine gains the following:
Dehlar sword sheath

And loses the following:
200 gp
Iron Sword Sheath))

[Slayer of the Rot]

((Valentine gains the following:
Dehlar sword sheath

And loses the following:
200 gp
Iron Sword Sheath))

[Witchblade]

done