<strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>Tag: Merchant NPC</strong><br/><br/>As Ryder browsed the merchant's wares, he got a sinking sensation that if he looked closely - which he did - that he would notice all of the goods here were absolute shit. He felt that if he scrapped at the metal blade of the sword he was holding, that it would begin to chip away and flakes of grey paint would cover this man's stall. So when the old merchant reached up to tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword, Ry allowed his eyes to sweep his gaze upwards to lock with the man's own. Ry suppressed a glare since the man obviously seemed caught up in his own lie, and rummaging through his wares for an ornate dagger. It looked like something cheap he would have bought from a dollar store back on Earth when he was running late on a birthday gift for his kid brother's and didn't have the time or money to get anything else.<br/><br/>Of course, the merchants movements revealed something useful at least. Ry wondered at how it remained unnoticed this long, unless he was playing at something and didn't realize that he actually had something that screamed of worth. Playing it cool, Ry set the sword down with a soft sigh before reaching over and grabbing what looked like a rolled up map. It had been freed when the man knocked aside some paper thin helmets and sent them rolling across the stall. Ry rubbed the material between his thumb and index finger before looking back at the merchant with an assessing glance.<strong>"I'll take this.  Let's say... for a piece of metal scrap?"</strong>Ry asked neutrally, keeping his voice light as not to raise suspicion. He lowered his voice then, just enough for the merchant to hear him as an veiled threat left his lips,<strong>"Its about as much as I'd give you for anything else you have to offer old man."</strong>Craftsmanship his ass. The sword he had been holding felt like it would break the second it came into contact with another. he highly doubted that the man would let him try out the wears before purchasing them either. Not in front of a crowd of potential sellers after all.<br/><br/>Digging through the pouch that Aria gave him, Ry set a few pieces on the table before sliding them across to the old man to prove that he was serious. He fixed the man with a hard look, weaponizing his sharp blue eyes in an attempt to pin the man to a wall. His height played a bit of a role too in all of this, since while Ry probably wasn't the most physically threatening guy, he sure as hell figured that he could take a greedy old merchant if the man tried anything. Of course, it was shit like this that could get you killed, but he hoped that the old bugger saw the error in his ways for trying to peddle the cheap shit in somewhere so crowded.