The answer was a battle axe.
It was a weapon built for both slashing flesh and breaking bone.
Heavy enough to stagger a monster, sharp enough to cleave through armor.
Wade finished the last of his drink and stood.
The decision was made.
He would buy the axe, and then run another dungeon. With the war coming, every coin, every trade, and every boost of strength counted.
He grabbed his tray, dropped it off with the attendants, and headed for the stairs that led down to the guild store.
The building's lower floors were quieter, the din of conversation slowly fading away from his hearing.
Before long, he arrived at the guild store.
Inside, rows of glass cases lined the walls, each one displaying weapons, armor pieces, and enchanted items.
Behind a long polished counter stood attendants in their uniforms, each busy with their own customers.
He stepped toward the side of the long counter, catching the attention of the attendant stationed there.
