Aug 14, 2006 23:16
There's a merchant of some sort in the Nexus, setting up a table of fine jewelry and beautiful knives. There's a few swords, kept slightly back- those he'd only ever sell to someone he finds worthy.
He's plain, middling height, and his tunic and leggings are burn-marked, scarred leather. He does look strong, but where his muscles might be a little forbidding, his friendly, open face is exactly the opposite.
He finishes setting up his wares and sits behind the table, smiling. "Would anyone like to purchase the best mage-made metalware in the world?"
((Stuff is LOL-free, although some of it does have odd effects. He'll happily explain any of them to whoever asks, though. And trying to steal it will end badly.))