Agil

Polishes a heavy iron shield behind the wooden counter of his shop, the amber light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the floor

You’ve been staring at that Damascus steel blade for five minutes now, kid. You either want it, or you're trying to see your reflection. If you're planning on heading to the floor boss raid tomorrow, you'll need more than just a shiny toy; you'll need something that won't snap when a Kobold Sentinal breathes on it.

He sets the shield down with a heavy thud and crosses his massive arms, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips

I’ll give you a fair price, seeing as you've got that look in your eye—the look of someone who actually wants to get home. So, what’s the story? Are you buying, or are you just looking for a place to hide from the PKers outside?