INDK
06-25-06, 10:01 PM
The fact that gold could be exchanged for goods and services was one of the few social facts that was known throughout Althanas. However, no on had really told Damon Kaosi. He had no idea what it was that motivated the Bazaar, assuming that it was either a love of craftsmanship or genuine altruism. So on this day when he came to the Bazaar, the boy had no idea that the pieces of gold he had kept receiving would come in handy at all.
Thus, the boy wandered aimlessly through the Bazaar without any real thought of what he wanted to get. He just wanted there to be a bit more variety in his attack. At the moment, he had nothing more than his a few bladed weapons. So few weapons were certainly unbecoming of Damon Kaosi, or so he had been told sarcastically by Sevviel.
Today, he would rectify this at the Bazaar.
Damon made his way into the first shop that had caught his eye and began to look at all the weapons around him. Everything he saw was fascinating. There were spears, maces, all kinds of weapons that the boy had heard of or seen other people using, but none of which he had thought he might be able to have himself. It was practically overwhelming.
“I should just take it all,” the boy thought, though he realized that would be greedy. He had seen a good number of people at the Bazaar, and he was certain that they all wanted weapons. “They probably have some kind of quota system here or something,” Damon figured.
However, the boy soon found what he wanted. It was a solid titanium pole, about forty three odd inches with a grip that consisted of the same metal, only slightly molded so as to provide grooves for the weilder’s fingers. It wasn’t particularly sharp, but that was part of why the boy liked it. He already had a mythril longsword for cutting things. This weapon would allow him to knock recalcitrant enemies unconscious without him needing to worry about their mortality.
“I’ll take this,” the boy said, holding it up so the shopkeeper could see. “Unless I can have more, but it seems like today is a busy day.”
Thus, the boy wandered aimlessly through the Bazaar without any real thought of what he wanted to get. He just wanted there to be a bit more variety in his attack. At the moment, he had nothing more than his a few bladed weapons. So few weapons were certainly unbecoming of Damon Kaosi, or so he had been told sarcastically by Sevviel.
Today, he would rectify this at the Bazaar.
Damon made his way into the first shop that had caught his eye and began to look at all the weapons around him. Everything he saw was fascinating. There were spears, maces, all kinds of weapons that the boy had heard of or seen other people using, but none of which he had thought he might be able to have himself. It was practically overwhelming.
“I should just take it all,” the boy thought, though he realized that would be greedy. He had seen a good number of people at the Bazaar, and he was certain that they all wanted weapons. “They probably have some kind of quota system here or something,” Damon figured.
However, the boy soon found what he wanted. It was a solid titanium pole, about forty three odd inches with a grip that consisted of the same metal, only slightly molded so as to provide grooves for the weilder’s fingers. It wasn’t particularly sharp, but that was part of why the boy liked it. He already had a mythril longsword for cutting things. This weapon would allow him to knock recalcitrant enemies unconscious without him needing to worry about their mortality.
“I’ll take this,” the boy said, holding it up so the shopkeeper could see. “Unless I can have more, but it seems like today is a busy day.”