"Ah, those ones. They've both got an enchantment that'll boost your mana production. Not enough to raise firestorms, but it'll give any spells you cast an extra kick," Magnus explained to Aishia. "You can try them out if you want, as long as you're careful. Last time someone gave them a shot, they knocked a wall out." He made a motion towards the right wall of the store. While it had been very well-repaired, the wood in the construction of one spot looked newer than the rest. The finish was the same, but a shade lighter. "We'd usually hide it with a rug or something, but someone bought it. Ah well. So, interested in those?"<br/><br/>He spoke confidently, in a tone of voice that made him pretty likeable. It was more a side-effect of living in Goldenburgh, but his accent did add a bit of extra niceness in every word he spoke. The serene and legitimate smile he had on his face helped even more. He was sure haggling would come next, so he gave her a quick assurance about currency. "We'll take just about any currency here, by the way. Trade route cities usually do, helps when people are coming from out of country." Eridis money was commonly seen in particular, due to Goldenburgh's relative short distance from the great forest.<br/><br/>As he spoke of trade, the door opened, and three cloaked figures strolled in. One was quite a bit taller and thinner than the others, but they were all dressed in similar outfits. Reinforced leather armour, green cloaks, and beneath the cloth, brass amulets. One of them, on the way inside the shop, thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">"Take out the merchant and the mercenary, then find a place to law low until morning. Meet up with the others at the stables tomorrow. Shouldn't be too hard."</span><br/><br/>The taller of the three pulled his hood off rather dramatically, revealing a pompous-looking Alftar man. "Ah, excuse me, I'm the one who ordered that sword. Here," He said, walking up to the counter between Avis and Aishia. He took a glance at Avis, his already-existent smirk widening lightly, then focused on Magnus again. He produced a receipt from his travel bag, in the form of a small scroll.<br/><br/>Magnus took it and read, nodding lightly. Two signatures were on the bottom, the man's and Magnus' father's. "Right, here you go!" He turned and carefully took the sword he'd made from the weapon rack it was resting on, handing it to the Alftar. As payment, he nonchalantly tossed a bag of gold coins on the counter and drew the blade, examining it.<br/><br/>"My, this is quite the fine piece," He said, taking a step back. He twirled the blade around once, signaling the other two. They had been browsing the store's wares casually, as cover. Both of them drew daggers from beneath their cloaks. Magnus didn't notice, but if either of the others had been close enough, the sound of a blade being pulled from its sheath could be picked up.