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Lew's search for items had quickly felt like an arduous task indeed. Judging by the quality of all the items across the markets being pedaled so far, it seemed as if many of these kiosks happened to be player-run and only higher-level loot was being sold, something Lew could not afford at this time. Perhaps Lew should have joined up with the others in finding the man with the talismans. An assured stat-boost is probably better than nothing, anyway. 

Before Lew resigned to backtracking with the rest of his group, he had found himself in one of the seemingly more legitimate parts of the market. The sound of metal being hammered down drew Lew in, as if he was hypnotized by the very sound. As he moved towards this contemporary, somewhat industrialized section of the city, Lew's attention was quickly brought towards an orange glow produced by a certain smithy. Eying the vast array of arms and scrutinizing their craftsmanship, Lew was quick to believe that this shop would have what he wanted. Why Lew felt that specifically was something that alluded him... At least, until he looked over to the smith.

Words could not describe the emotions that Lew felt when his eyes met the glistening biceps of the blacksmith at work, gazing at awe as she bathed the sword she was working on with an azure blaze. The attention to detail the developers put in making their monster girls so far truly was one that deserve an applause. Ogre-girls were something Lew would have assumed he would run into at some point in his adventures, but he did not expect to run into one so early in the game. It was a good thing that he had split apart from his group, as Lew was surely as about as glowing red as the molten iron being beat into shape by the ogre smith. As much as he could spend the whole day admiring the smith, Lew remembered his promise to his friends that he would meet them at the West Gate, and Lew was never one to break a promise, no matter how small.

After taking a few seconds of observation, Lew had finally mustered the courage to approach the smith, less red than before and with silver pieces in hand. "[color=gray]Excuse me,[/color]" Lew cleared his throat, "[color=gray]but are any of your goods for sale? I'd be fine with a spear, or even a sword... Anything I'm able to afford with twenty silver coins.[/color]" Much like he always has before, Lew conducted his speech in a stoic, almost monotone matter, though those who knew him well would notice a slight tremble of nervousness hidden in his speech. It was clear that the longer he would spend in the presence of such a wondrous creation of modern gaming, the longer he would keep his friends waiting, so Lew tried to conduct business as fast as he could.