The excited dive, and then pull up and continuous testing. Swipe swipe, stab. Swipe swipe, stab. The merchant in Hovelis said exactly the same thing that Zelrius was thinking before he could make the comment himself. "She seems to like those." The smile on the face contrasted the the twist of concern on the pyromancer's. The Raccoon's own words suggesting she intended to keep hold of those. Which meant, he was going to have to pay whatever absurd price something like those were about to cost.
The man held up five fingers, and there was a momentary sigh of relief. Before his other hand joined it. "Wait, wait." He said through those light, airy remarks and breaths. It wasn't about to be fifty gold, it was merely a way to get the man to stop.
The Merchant pulled up a ledger, going over the items there, looking at the scythes, and then pouring over it more. And all Zelrius could do was sort of turn around and look at the scenery around them. The street filled with merchants like him. Carts, animals, and carts pulled by animals full of goods. Trading generic food, to full course meals, Armor from shiny bronze, to battle-worn iron, to nice flowing capes and and crested shields. It seemed, this Village was situated perfectly in this forest. a Hotbed that Traveler's remembered, and that four roads intersected into perfectly. But - if it was such a sight of economic activity Why were there more bandits every day? A flourishing economy meant more money going around around, didn't it?
The redhead wondered to himself, his mind taken away from the beastfolk friend he had made and the merchant, until the latter had called back out to him. "Seven Fifty." Which Zelrius immediately jolted from. It wasn't all of his money, but to say that it was cheap would be an understatement. He looked over to Nymoria, wielding the items, swiping away. It wouldn't be bad to have someone with good equipment owe him a favor - That's the seeds of Jin inside of him talking. To the point where he could hear the Bloodsworn's voice make that very note under his breath, with his amused smile, and perfectly still, vigilant eyes. He shook the thought away, digging out the gold. He wasn't a user, he was just making good on his deal, and she'd hold up her end.
The man dug through his coin bag, counting them out and stacking them using a slider on his UI. Each of the coins seeming to fall from the bag perfectly for the benefit of the Landers who wouldn't like to see them sort of just appear straight from his bottomless inventory. The bronzed man clapped his hands together, and said a word of gratitude. To which Zelrius nodded and turned. "Don't make me regret that purchase and have you die on your first quest." He shot at her, half-joking and turning around on his heel. Seven Hundred and Fifty gold poorer than he had started today. Which was a lot more than this job paid. Maybe the Ruffians would have more? He needed to go find them.
"All set, Trash Panda-girl?" Letting her choose if there was anything else she needed before they set back off to find more of his prey.
