Graduation Presents

[Less Careful]

The letters of the sign swam in his eyes, illegible in his inebriation. Cris had spent the majority of the boat ride from Etheria in such a state, celebrating his graduation from the Orville Norton Institute. Still, despite his conviviality, he had important business to tend to at home in Akashima, and a long road to get there, parts of it through the dangerous woods of Concordia.

Hence why he was here, swaying and stumbling through the Bazaar in Radasanth, looking over the wares of a street vendor specializing in weapons. He picked up a simple oak-hafted steel mace, a glorified club distinguished only from its less civilized cousin by the shallow flanges radiating from its head. With a drunken swing, he was satisfied with its heft and balance, and turned upon the shopkeeper with extreme prejudice.

"'Ere, ye great northererern panshy, how much you want fer thish mash?" His words were slurred by the drink, but his intent was clear.

[Silence Sei]

Drink 'The Drinker' Gotdrunk shifted his glazed over eyes to the sloshed man who had entered. Apparently, he wanted that mace, -his- mace, the one from -his- shop.

"Aye ya yellow liver pantywagon," the ratherlarge giant of a man said, his upper body waving around as if ready to collapse, "it'll be a hundred friggin GP if you want that. If ya die it comes back to me, cuz it's mine!"

[Less Careful]

As he rummaged through his pockets for the requested gold, another glint of steel caught Cris' eye. A stiletto lay among Gotdrunk's wares, long and narrow and sharp.

"'Ey," he barked, waggling his new mace at the merchant, "wassat? I wan' 'at stuh-stillo-stilt-...I wan' 'at knife, too, ya lay-zee drunk!"

[Silence Sei]

"Ta hell wish dat ting. Is only killed 5000 sharks wif it!" Gotdrunk apparently was not happy with the victory rate of said weapon.

"Thash anodder 100. You owe me 200 GP you shorry shack o shalvar shimiansh!"

[Less Careful]

"You know what? Ffffffffuck you," said Cris, as he dropped his coinpurse on the table and collected his spoils. "Fffffffuck you, ash-hole."

[Taskmienster]

[[ Transaction was completed. Less Careful loses 200 gold, but gains an oak mace with a iron head and a steel long knife (stiletto I'm pretty sure is what you wanted, so that's what it is I suppose)]]