Location: Golden quarter
Interactions: [@Rune_Alchemist][@Tenma Tendo]

As is always the case, the golden quarter had no shortage of strangers seeking shops. To the backdrop of the crowd walked two robed figures, their clothing was dirty and torn in places but their posture spoke of orderly discipline. Time spent training and fighting. They were two rocks moving through an ocean of people, if you had to describe it that way at least.
The male at the lead was bald but his beard was well kept, oiled into a fine point, as he marched along the path forward. His torn sleeves hinted at hidden treasures below,  glint of something gold catching a stray beam of light. Behind him was a young woman, a wide wicker hat shadowed their face. Her robes hid the curves of a toned but decidedly feminine frame. In her hand was a long brass staff decorated with rings that clattered when she walked, a soft tinkling noise.

Mirt strode up to the cart that served as Mies home, or so he guessed, and waved his hand for Anyon to stop. 

"Excuse me, pretty ladies, I am looking for a shopkeeper with a secret. Could you two lovely young women direct me to the lair of one Mie Yukima by chance?" Mirts genuine interest in the young woman bore no hostility at all he stared at the fox. At his hip was a leather pouch full of coins. 
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Location: ???
Mentions: [@Letter Bee]

True to his word, Belrigger was still settled into the mansion awaiting Asthons hasty return. No doubt the lad had found worthy materials and returned with an eagerness to craft the weapon that was promised. Truth be told the materials were worthless and the mansion lacked a forge, so the task of retrieving anything at all was nothing but a test to see if Asthon was still following Belriggers wishes or serving their own ends. 
It was about control.

Belrigger was quietly waiting at a large marble table at the elevated platform of the training room. Flanking behind him were the three champions of the Arena, armed and armored standing at attention. When Asthon was shown in, each had a look of fierce pride. Their master was far more solemn in appearances. Waving the young one forward, Mithril stepped up to pull a chair out opposite of his master for the young protegee before returning to his spot in the line. 

[color=f7941d]"You have returned slower than I expected. Was there trouble in the market district."[/color] The older mans eyes watched the young mans every move.