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Location: Flawless sword, Mishe, 35th floor

Sitting down behind the counter of an armorsmith's store was non-other than the master of one of the few guilds that did not supply warriors and combatants. What they lacked in fighting power they more than made up for in money and skill. This was none other than the well-known Cicero, whose name was Ironic for his straight forward and honest business attitude. This was notably not his store, but he was a guild master and needed to set the example that everyone in the group needed to help one another out, even if that meant manning someone else's shop for a little while. He felt the prices ranged in overprice, to losing money, and the weapons were insignificantly inferior quality to his own was distasteful, along with the decor and the very obvious threat of theft but it was not his place to speak. He'd mention it to the owner when they returned. For now, he had a customer. Looking through the window was a young man wiping a bit of drool from his mouth. Though usually, this would be enough to make cicero assume that the person was a little behind on the times, but at this point, as he had yet to have an actual customer in a while, he relished anyone coming in. Standing up and moving to make sure the red spot on his cheek where his hand had been was out of sight. Eagerly he smiled and spoke in his strongest voice.

"Welcome to the flawless sword, we have a large array of items you may be interested in. If you need anything, please, just ask"