[center][h2][color=662d91]Riven[/color][/h2]
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Riven frowned at the price, thinking it a bit steep since he was trading in a bow and arrows for basically the same thing. But the shop needed to make a profit, he understood that. When the shopkeeper brought up the possibility of a better weapon though, his interest was piqued and he watched the shopkeeper for signs of deception. He didn't see any but the price of the weapon was beyond the amount of coins in his purse.
"[color=662d91]As nice as the offer is, I sadly cannot afford with my current finances. I thank you for the offer though. Hopefully, I do not come to regret it while on this expedition[/color]." He said to the shopkeeper. He pulled out the ten sovereigns that had been requested for the hand crossbow and the bolts, placing them next his shortbow and arrows on the counter.

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[center][h2][color=007236]Aramil[/color][/h2]
[@TheUnknowable][/center]

Aramil looked up when someone approached him, a high elf, female apparently. He was caught off guard when a voice appeared in his head, only to realize with the elf in front of him talking to him. Telepathy, great. He took in her words and his lips twitched into a frown for a slight second. The way she approached him was a little to heavy handed in terms of the compliments. Not only that, you couldn't trust anyone. Everyone outside of his tribe likely had ulterior motives.
"[color=007236]You need to open your eyes more woman. As you can see, there are plenty of adventurers here. Some of them might be more skilled then me. Now, speak the truth and your true name or leave me be. What do you really want[/color]?" He said, his tone cold and with a slight bit of anger.