Need a dagger...

[Seth_Rahl]

Ifrit felt crowded here at the Bazaar. He had come in search of a dagger, but the tents he had seen simply seemed to sell ornate blades, magical items, bows, and he thought he even saw a tent selling dragons.(!) But no simple daggers.

He looked through his purse at the meager amount of g.p. he had left, and sighed unhappily. With luck he would be able to find one, nonetheless purchase one.

Finally, he saw a tent with a small assortment of blades hanging from the sides and the counter. Without stopping, he pushed through the crowd of people and went to the counter.

"Hello." he spoke to the person behind the assortment of weapons. "I'm looking for a curved dagger, just something cheap that I can use once in a while. Also, maybe a sheath to go with it."

[nekoprince]

"Anything in particular you want sir?" the merchant asked, smiling like a weasel and with his hair greased back. He looked like the type of person to give a thousand gold out of charity and steal the diamond worth ten thousand a moment later. "Steel perhaeps, or good old fashioned iron?"

[Seth_Rahl]

Ifrit ignored the propetiers weasal-like appearence and considered his words. After a moments thought, Ifrit spoke up again. "I'd like something durable but simple. I guess iron would do. I need something that is light and easy to wield, but also able to stab and rip with ease. That's why I prefer it to be curved."

[nekoprince]

((So sorry for the delay. Things came up, and it just slipped my mind, sorry.))

"Then in that case, you'll like this one sir," the merchant said aloud, producing the dagger from the inside of his sleeve like magic. "Not terribly good for stabbing in the dark mind you, but you'll find nothing better for a gaurd in your off-hand. It'll go for 35 gold."

[Seth_Rahl]

Ifrit watched the propeiter warily. Was he really just going to give it away for just 35 gold? Well, in any case, the demon wasn't going to waste the chance for a deal.

"I'll take it." Ifrit laid out 35 gp out on the counter. "And yes...how did you know it was going to be in my off-hand?"

[nekoprince]

"Thanks," the merchant said aloud, taking the gold and handing the blade to the customer. "Just a hunch, not many buy curved weapons if they aren't gonna be curved or something. Need anything else?"

[Seth_Rahl]

Ifrit looked at the curved dagger with a keen appraisal, ignoring the propetier for a few moments. His training with the Bladewraiths had taught him well, and he held the blade as if fondling a tiny bird.

He examined the blade itself and saw a couple of scratches along it's iron length, but that was alright. The hilt was curved and twisted to form a skull at the end. Creepy, but it gets the point across... thought Ifrit dryly as he set the dagger back on the table.

"Now that you mention it, do you have some cheap but flexible armor?" He continued on.

[nekoprince]

"I'm sorry sir, but I only carry weapons, but if you look around there's bound to be an armor shop of some sort around here," the merchant replied sadly.

((Just find another and armor shall be yours))

[Seth_Rahl]

"No, it's alright sir. Thank you for doing business with me." Ifrit changed his mind, for he realized that he was not the type to wear armor. It would simply still interfere with his movements. And with a dramatic twirling of his cloak, Ifrit grabbed his dagger from the counter and dissapeared into the crowd.

[nekoprince]

"Good day sir"

((Excuse craptacular ending sorry. Just wanna finish this for you.

35 gold taken away, 65 remains at time of thread compleition.))