Well, it didn't appear to be a great shop, judging by the man's outfit, but it was at least a starting point. Perhaps if the man didn't take one look at him and instantly shoo him away, Nuva might get some use out of the store. He slowly stepped into the building, ducking beneath the headbar and glancing around at the goods on sale and the general aesthetic of the store, before turning his attention to the shop owner himself. He had an item he wanted, and by the good will of whatever deity dealt with his sort of situation, he was going to get it, either here or elsewhere.

'Pardon the arm,' Nuva muttered, gesturing to the weapon seared into his flesh and largely hidden beneath his cloak. 'If I could remove it, I would. I seek an item of significant magical ability, and yours is the first shop I have encountered that handles them. On a hunch, I'd wager there are other shops like yours in the city; therefore, before I make any proposals, I'd like some reassurance - evidence, if you will, that what you sell is genuinely enchanted.' You couldn't be too careful about something like this. And if the shopkeeper was insulted by his notion of doubt? Well, Nuva was well-acquainted with rejection by now.

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