Lord Anglekos
12-02-10, 07:58 PM
The bell rang as the door opened, and the clerk opened his head as yet another warrior stepped through this day. Eric let out a quiet breath as he escaped the crowds outside, shutting the door to the armory behind him. It had been a mistake to come midday; he had been caught in the hustle and bustle, and it had taken him ages just to get here. With a sigh, the youth's hand fell from the door handle and to his side as he turned, examining the walls around him.
To no surprise, they were covered in blades of all sorts and sizes; blades of Akashiman nature, daggers as small as his fingers, every kind you could think of. Eric snorted quietly; he'd heard about this place from his fellow Ixian Knights, that this was the best place to buy a sword from it's dedication to weaponry and only weaponry. Still, he couldn't help but be slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of steel around him, and it took a light cough from the clerk before him to clear his senses and remember why he was here in the first place.
Quickly, he stepped forward, reaching behind him and under his cloak before pulling out two identical prevalida daggers, each a foot long and under the guard of the hilt, a small circle for a finger to slip through. Setting them on the counter before the clerk, he spoke. "I'm looking to sell these. Don't use 'em much, and I could use the money. What do you suppose I could get for them?"
As it states, they are twin daggers made of prevalida. On the sides of the blade are the weapon's names, "Acheron" and "Styxx". He's sharpened them, but barely used the blades, so they're above average in quality.
To no surprise, they were covered in blades of all sorts and sizes; blades of Akashiman nature, daggers as small as his fingers, every kind you could think of. Eric snorted quietly; he'd heard about this place from his fellow Ixian Knights, that this was the best place to buy a sword from it's dedication to weaponry and only weaponry. Still, he couldn't help but be slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of steel around him, and it took a light cough from the clerk before him to clear his senses and remember why he was here in the first place.
Quickly, he stepped forward, reaching behind him and under his cloak before pulling out two identical prevalida daggers, each a foot long and under the guard of the hilt, a small circle for a finger to slip through. Setting them on the counter before the clerk, he spoke. "I'm looking to sell these. Don't use 'em much, and I could use the money. What do you suppose I could get for them?"
As it states, they are twin daggers made of prevalida. On the sides of the blade are the weapon's names, "Acheron" and "Styxx". He's sharpened them, but barely used the blades, so they're above average in quality.