John
*Walking out of his shop, he's determined to visit both the new sunlight guild and buy some supplies for one of his new projects. It was the middle of the day, and he had plenty of time to be aloof.*

*He walks out from the market district, instinctively tuning his ears into the best deals as he leaves the district. What things would he experience today? Hopefully they were beneficial to his ascension of the capital market. The bigger his reputation the better.*

*He makes his way into the middle district, full of artisans, landlords, successful pursers, and loads of military trainees and officers. The middle district of the city always peaked the interest of Almann. He could listen into the goings on around the world while going about his business looking for low quality armor and weapons he could improve. They often employed people from far off lands to give advice to the artisans. Not to mention the jewelry sold near the upper half of the district. The soldiers/officers themselves always needed someone to maintain their weaponry, or ask an artisan how to do so themselves. It was good money.*
Joseph
Only minutes ago she had been near livid at a man's feeble attempt at bartering. A first she found the offer so ridiculous she had laughed, but apparently that wasn't funny. 

So she sat at her stall, chin upon hand, lips in a firm line, and just watched the people paraded by. Naasira counted money in her mind. This was the capital city so work was going well, but she still had plenty to sell. With a disgruntled sigh she sat up and collected her beading. Back to sewing a new shawl. Every now and then her eyes flicked up as her shiny display caught eyes. She would greet them- occasionally make a sale. It was an endless pattern.
John
*Almann's picked up on the conversations from the strange woman. He hadn't heard an accent like hers in a long time. Her type wasn't the one to visit this market all too often, as those of southern Ramul Ta are considered savages by many of the population. Nonetheless, he would make his way to her stall.*

*The first thing he noticed as he came closer was the duality of voices. Did this woman have two legendary works? You see, Almann's hearing was so acute he could hear the voices of the spirits of legendary equipment Each had their own personality, mannerisms, and tone. It sounds strange to anyone not of the same ability. It's almost like the souls of legend are imbued into such weaponry. To put it simply, the voices coming from her swords were proud. Intensely so. It as if they had been the magnum opus revered by many, and their whispers made it known.*

*Almann wished his own blade sounded as such. His sounded more like a jealous woman than a blade with history...*
Joseph
"What you want?" She hadn't looked up, but it wasn't difficult to discern when someone was staring at you. Naasira looked up at Almann, "You come to buy or gawk?" Her accent was thick- and it seemed her knowledge of the language was limited but spoken simply. She was young, but perhaps weatherworn and tired. 

Naasira was used to wide starry eyes staring at the selection, but rarely at her like she was some prime turkey! Although, she did tend to wear a ton of it- that was customary in her clan.
Richard
"Strange. If I buy something can I see your blades?"
John
_Almann had plenty of gold to purchase an item, he did need some materials after all. Nonetheless he gives her a curious grin._
Joseph
"What blades- There are many blades." Naasira deadpanned completely clueless to his implication. She gestured at a few ornate daggers to her right.
Richard
"Blades not of this plane, but ones whose prescience must be summoned."
John
_Almann shifts over too the ornate daggers on the right, taking a close look at the merchandise. None of this whispered to him. They were excellent pieces nonetheless. Perhaps her husband made these? No. He didn't hear someone nearby with a similar demeanor. She was alone. She had made these blades. Now his curiosity peaked even more._
Richard
"Do you have any helmets?"