Tristain pushed his way into the shop that he had chosen, his dark brown eyes scanning along the shelves. The store had a selection of woods available here, and he felt he would be able to get what he was looking for here. His fingers ran along the display pieces, checking them with practiced fingers for imperfections. He could have made what he was looking for himself given time, but - but he felt that his friend deserved better than that, better than a rough, workable solution. No, she deserved something properly and well made.

"Hello, is there a crafter in the store? I am looking to make a purchase." His rough voice called out into the shop as he looked around. His eyes settled on a few lengths of wood over against one wall, and a soft grin split his lips. Yes, he would be able to get something like what he was looking for here.


(HI there! Looking to purchase a cane, hopefully made out of cyper with steel on the end, with an enchantment to be able to repair itself if damaged.)