Raegar stepped out of the guild with over three hundred coins, prompting him to think. 'I need new light armor. Fuck that damn spider, it earned me even more thanks to selling the stuff.'
After making up his mind, he started looking for an armor shop. After half an hour, he found one on Main Street called the bustling Bloodrose Armoury. Its doors swung open and shut as adventurers and soldiers streamed in and out.
He muttered under his breath. ''Seems popular; place is crawling with people.''
Following this, Raegar gave a casual shrug and stepped inside, where a dozen customers roamed the shop, browsing racks of gleaming stock. Behind the counter stood a towering demon man, his smith's apron stretched across his broad frame, clearly the owner.
Afterward, he browsed the store, searching for something to fit his style. He found nothing, which caused his frustration to grow. Ten minutes later, a deep voice interrupted from behind. ''What can I do for you, kid?''
