---------------------------------------------<br/>Suki "Archangel"<br/>08:00 pm<br/>Floor 50<br/>Algade Town Square<br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Suki was getting excited in spite of herself at the prospects of a list of PKers. What she could do with that was simply astounding. She always worked fast, her method was often so much easier than Skosha's own. It was a simple matter of ambushing a villain, placing her blade in the right place from the darkness. Another one of her favourite methods was to wear something normal and enticing, luring in the often women starved criminals and knifing them while they are away with her hidden weapons skill. A shiver ran up her spine as she remembered the halloween event. The screams of remorseless PKers rang throughout the night air in every part of the city, as well as the screams of the innocent, falling prey to the PKers own schemes. Her kill number was into the dozens by the time the last boss was cleared and the safe zone brought back. It was truly magnificent, the moment the social order devolved, each and every terrified, calculated player deciding how much they could make by trading their humanity. Some could argue that she was the same as them. Killing out of desperation, but Suki didn't see it that way. Anyone willing to join a group of murderers in a situation where teamwork is so vital was worse than just taking a life. It was placing them all at the risk of death, of extortion and never seeing the outside world again. She shook her head before opening her inventory to check her items. Her few throwing weapons were in place, but she didn't use them much, but she swapped weapons for her PvE sword. She looked at the stats, it was a weapon that didn't measure up quite as she would like it. "I would appreciate that very much, but there is a smith about, and my PvE sword is at least two classes worse than my PvP sword. I need to buy a new one, so wait here."<br/><br/>Her silent leather boots hit the seamless, incredibly clean cobblestone ground in perfect harmony, every bit of her as balanced as someone would imagine a real assassin to be. She checked the logs and it was indeed a smith who had opened, promising the<em>" best forged weapons around guaranteed!"</em>. Suki shook her head and her fingers went back to the mask, debating whether or not to bring it over her fine, feminine features once more. She shrugged internally and decided against it. It was christmas, and all who thought of her as an enemy would likely be dead by sun up. Suki stood right at the front of the kiosk, her eyes roaming about the welcome banner and the owner of the establishment, her lip curling ever so slightly at the mug of cocoa on the coals. Her cold stare landed directly on the smith, and her tone was just as icy. It was worse than deadpan, it spoke volumes about her without any description needed. "I require a very specific blade. Price is of no object, so I can pay you for services, materials and as much tax as you like. The most I'm willing to pay is two MegaKor, enough for a small house. It needs to be a Ninjato, a class of one-handed curved swords. It needs to be at least above item level seventy and specced for PvE. If possible, a heavy, more damaging and slow class metal for forging is my preference. If you need a name, I'm sure Archangel covers it well enough. Anything else need to be gone over?"