The father of the son mentioned before scowled at the drow. "Now you gunna let one of dem drows in your shop?" He asked Gabriel. "Yeah, I am going to let 'one of dem drows'. A customer is a customer. Which you, obviously are not. Leave." Gabriel ordered the man, who had earlier hinted at a fight. The man left in a huff, roughly bumping into the drow on his way out. "Hey, Gabriel it's one of dem Drows." The moron said, mirroring what the man Gabe had just kicked out said. "Mankoy..." Gabriel sighed, rubbing his eyebrows with his pointer finger and thumb, lowering his head. His posse held three; Mankoy the moron, Edward the backup, and Laury the silent. Gabriel had no idea why he hung out with these people. They were just evidence of the stoop of a life he lived in. He motioned for them to leave, allowing Gabriel to do business.<br/><br/>Gabriel, standing behind the desk, pulled a sword out from behind the counter, almost with hostility. "You know, serving a Drow here could lose me business. But so could a number of other things I have done." He sat the sword on the table, allowing the woman to observe it. "I have no problem with Drows as many others do. One of my few redeeming qualities." The sword was large and long, shined nicely and expertly crafted. Both sides were sharpened, and the tip was just as sharp. The hand guard curved out, curling into an unnecessary embellishment. The handle was large, yet again holding unneeded designs. The handle was large, and felt odd to the touch. Picking up the sword revealed that the weight was not balanced properly, overall making it a nice shiny sharp sword, but not a Master's sword.<br/><br/>Gabriel smiled as she inspected. "Finely." He said. "Someone who knows their blades." He said, noting the woman's displeasure. "We don't put out the good stuff. The good stuff takes a lot longer to make than these. We don't want it in the hands of ignorant pricks, now do we?" he asked, walking to the back of the store. He took out a ring of keys, heading to a wooden closet. "What kind of sword do you prefer? A thin, agile, one-sided blade? A large, powerful, heavy one? Get the moment going nice with that. Or maybe something a bit more...creative?" He asked, becoming excited. He had multiple designs for weapons, some were complete and some were not. "Hell, I can even get you a custom order if ya want."