[center] [color=C0C0C0] [h2]Ferrin--Magic Shop[/h2] [/color] [/center]

	Ferrin browsed the goods for sale in the large shop. He wore his large white coat, despite the heat of the day and had one hand in his pocket, completely hidden by his sleeve. He had enjoyed the spectacle of the games, but he had to leave before the noise gave him a headache. While trying to find somewhere quiet to go, this building caught his attention, and he decided to go inside. Once there, he found the largest magic shop he had ever seen and he set immediately to looking around. Ferrin noticed an odd looking sword. He picked it up and studied it with a discerning eye. [color=C0C0C0]"This seem interesting, but not really what I need."[/color] He muttered to himself as he set done the odd gizmo. He walked over to the front [color=C0C0C0]"Hey, shopkeeper, where do you keep your magic ammunition?"[/color] "Right over there." The shopkeeper pointed. Ferrin glanced that way, [color=C0C0C0]"Oh, one more thing," [/color]He said, [color=C0C0C0]"Do you happen to have any spare parts? You know, just junk, broken pieces, that sort of thing?"[/color] The shopkeeper looked surprised, "What an odd request. Hmmm...Yes, I do believe I have some thing like that out back. You can have what ever you want, ain't nothing there worth charging you for." Ferrin smiled, [color=C0C0C0]"Thank you."[/color] He said. He walked over to the magic ammunition, still browsing. As he browsed he began to reminisce. [i]I guess something like this still hasn't changed, shops will always be shops. And the Grand Magic Games, ah, just being here is so nogalistic, I wish I was the one down in that arena. Still, watching others fight is a treat all its own. So many varied magics, its a dream in a nightmare come true.[/i] He smiled sadly. A moment later he shook off the memories. [i]Not time to space out.[/i] He thought. [i]I came here for a reason.[/i] Ferrin heard the bell above the door chime as a new customer came in. Ferrin paid it no heed.