<strong>Name:</strong>Vox<br/><strong>Location:</strong>37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aniya, Fuuko<br/><br/>As quickly as the battered, broken sword was brandished, it was put away. Aniya's playful question took a serious dark turn, judging from how speedily Vox turned to count the coins in his purse. It's true that fighting the boss with less members meant bigger cuts of payouts. But it's also true that there's no way the jingle was enough for the dingle on his tingle. At least the sword could be fixed, if he could find a blacksmith willing to do it for a fairly low price. If only he carried a spare!<br/><br/>The burly swordsman faced the two girls again, and chivalrously lumbered over past the other Salamander to approach Fuuko. Leaning with a battered hand over the stone entrance, the husky, rarely witnessed voice of Vox rumbled, looming over the delicate Spriggan. "<strong>Yeah. Owe me. Make a new sword.</strong>"