Lets get what I came for and get ou-. Sheidar found his contemptuous thought interrupted by the gentleman's unsettling tirade of questions. He cast a sharp, distrusting eye on the over-eager human man in response and made him recoil slightly with the glare's force. "Look to your own affairs, human. It's no business of yours." Still, Sheidar considered the proferred questions as he pushed past the nosy, inconsiderate man and made his way to the centre of the market. Adventure. I would go to places for more beautiful, far more exciting and far more dangerous than this if I wanted adventure. Wealth? Wealth is pointless to me. I am content living as I do now. As for aspirations... perhaps we will see. The thoughts took up just enough time for Sheidar to reach the stall he'd been aiming for - the only one that really interested him.
Swords - curved, straight, of all kinds, sat side by side on the table, organised as an ornamental showcase. Battleaxes hung from beams of wood. But Sheidar found his gaze drawn to the unseen merchant's assortment of spears - arranged in length order and propped up against the side of the stall. The 'ame had managed to break his previous spear, and this time he was determined to purchase one of fine quality. Sheidar saw the merchant appear in his periperhal vision, but elected not to reveal that he had seen, instead simply browsing the line of spears and lances. He picked out one of the weapons in particular, running a tender finger over the spear before taking it in one hand. Only then did Sheidar look to the merchant, move to greet him and place a bag of minas down on the stall. He strode away with the spear in hand, testing the weapon's weight and feel. No cry or shout chased him, and he exited the city without further event. The nosy gentleman from before gave Sheidar a wide berth this time, seemingly unnerved by the newly obtained spear.
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