A quick excursion

[Elijah_Morendale]

I'm sick and tired of always arguing with Elijah over whether or not I can has a new sword. "Blah blah blah money yadda yadda just craft one from ice whine bitch something or other," he always replies. Well, let me tell you something, buddy. That cheap piece of shit you bought a while ago isn't going to cut it--and even your ice melts after a while.

No, I want something substantial: A sword that will strike fear into the hearts of anyone unlucky enough to cross our paths before I spill their blood with a smile on our face. Something that will scream, hey, look at me, I'm going to make you beg for mercy before I ram this sharp blade through your fucking skull!

So one morning, I took charge and ran off to the shopping district tightly gripping dear Elijah's coin pouch.

Arriving at one of the weapons shops located therein, I threw open the heavy door and stormed up to the counter, slamming my hands down heavily and shouting to grab the attention of whoever was in charge here.

"Hey! I need a mythril katana! Twenty-seven inch blade, stat!"

[Slayer of the Rot]

Cyril and his familiar were just in the middle of restocking their supply of eastern weapons when a man with strange black hair came barreling in, calling for a katana. The merchant and the bag exchanged glances, and then Bagley pulled a long, curved sword from his mouth in a common black sheathe. Cyril glanced at the man, released the sword, and squinted down the length of glowing metal. He slid it back into it's housing and held it out to the man, hilt first.

"Uh, eight hunnert crowns, then."

[Elijah_Morendale]

I eyed the man impatiently as he examined my new toy before handing it over, quickly tapping my right foot in bloodthirsty excitement as I glanced down at the pitch black sheathe. I opened up the chief's wallet and tossed eight hundred down onto the counter before snatching up the weapon and running out the door.

"Thank you kindly, good sir," I shouted after him as I slammed the door heavily behind me.

[Slayer of the Rot]

((Elijah Morendale loses 800 gold and gains a mythril katana.))