Will cleared his throat. Perhaps the merchant hadn't heard his request. He lifted the broken rapier in his right hand again. "I'm looking for a new sword to replace my old one. I, ah, kinda broke it in a fight." His other hand drifted towards a certain spot on his belt, where a small money purse sat. "I'm sure I have more than enough for a high quality sword. If not, then I will do whatever it takes to pay the difference." His eyes traced the chains draping down the old lizard's chest. "Well, anything but slavery, thank you."