After more than an hour of searching, he finally found his target in a relatively secluded corner.
The stall owner was a one-eyed, middle-aged mercenary with a vicious scar that ran from his forehead down to his chin, making his single eye look all the more menacing.
His stall was small. A worn Beast Hide was spread on the ground, with a dozen or so items scattered across it.
A few nicked Long Swords, a Kite Shield covered in scratches, several fragments of Chain Armor, and some Arm Guards and Shin Guards that looked quite ancient.
Most of the items were either rusty or covered in dust, making for a very poor display.
However, Raylo's gaze paused on a single, unremarkable glove.
It was a solid-black metal glove, with a simple, heavy design. Its surface was covered in scuff marks, and the edges were even slightly warped.
It lay quietly in a pile of scrap metal, easy to overlook unless one was specifically searching for it.
'Giant's Grip.'
Raylo thought to himself.
