[h2][center]Ryusei — Grasspeak Marketplace[/center][/h2]
With a deep breath of air, Ryusei smiled as he crossed his arms, glancing around at the variety of stalls and storefronts around him. Despite being the first place that players had access to (or, rather, [i]because[/i] it was the first place they arrived at), Grasspeak had grown into a place where more than a few merchants had set up shop. Of course, being run on the official servers meant that they were always bustling with life, and today was no exception. Though most of the shops were tailored towards catering to newer players, there was a different reason that he had decided to drop by the area today.

Namely, a certain store at which he had placed an order a little while ago.

"Hey, Raza," he called out, opening the door to the shop in question as he poked his head around. "You in right now? I've got what you asked for the equipment I ordered."

After a few moments, the young man stepped inside the shop proper, glancing around at whatever seemed to be up for display today.

Not like he really wanted to poke at anything, though; there was a definite folly to trying to grab at a cursed item without figuring out what the curse on it [i]was[/i], of course.

[@Rune_Alchemist]