I'm gonna need a weapon...

[nievbi]

(OOC: Do I do this IC or what? W/e, I guess I'll do that.)

Nievbi was in Lumbridge, and it bummed her out a little. Varrock was a bustling city full of experienced adventurers. The open road was just her on her own, peaceful. But Lumbridge? Lumbridge was a bustling town full of rookies who knew no more than her, and that freaked her out just a touch. She felt much better surrounded be powerful people; after all, who was more qualified to handle an evil wizard attack, Bert the Rat-Catcher or Wolfgang the Troll-Hunter? And, of course, she had no tolerance for rookies asking for "free stuff, pliz".

If she was going to become rich and famous, she'd need a weapon. She only had seven coins, however. She doubted she'd be able to get anything good, especially at the Lumbridge General Store. She stepped in anyway, hoping for at least a dagger that she could afford.

Hot damn! A bronze sword that she could afford! It'd cost everything she had, but what the hey, she'd never make any money without a weapon. She picked a sword up from the shelf and approached the shopkeeper.

"Hey, 'scuse me. I need to buy this. Here." She reached into her pocket and held out seven gold.

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The man was standing behind his desk, looking over his book on current weaponry. A man had come by the other day with a few books for him to read on things he could look for that he could buy and sell and that would make him a lot of money. However, this was not going well at all; no one with much money came by his shop for the most part, and was sad at the fact of it all. Perhaps he would have to find a better way to promote his business, however, he was never a good man when it came to ideas. Guess he would just have to wait a while until some big buy came around....

"Hey, 'scuse me. I need to buy this. Here."

The man jumped slightly when he heard someone speak to him; he hadn't realized that he was spacing out as he stood, elbows on the desk, looking as if he was still reading his book. The girl - looking like some sort of demon, although he had seen many creatures in his day - was holding out seven gold to him for a bronze sword. Shrugging, he took the gold gently.

"Thanks fer yer business," was the best he could muster, putting the money in his change pocket before going back to his book, and much less, his old thoughts.