The shopkeeper looks at your blade, as you strangle the thief, she kicking and rolling her eyes back while coughing. The shopkeeper see's you do this, swallowing as the shopkeeper your shortblade. He looks down and nods.<strong>"Oh! Your a Sorceress. My bad miss! That sword is only worth about 20 gold pieces... But for you I'll give you a good even 100"</strong>He said obviously intimidated by your force, he assuming it's some kind of magic. Putting a bag of 100 gold coins in front of you and taking the blade.<br/><br/>The thief is struggling under your force choke, there are some stares but people tilt their heads away and make themselves scarce, nobody wanting to get involved, labeling you as some kind of Sorceress, which technically you are, considering magic in this world is simply the force, called by a diffrent name.