[center][u][b]Minamoto Yoshitsune[/b][/u]
Level 2 [16/20]
Sandswept Sky-Al Mamoon
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As soon as Yoshitsune had asked for directions to a smithy, Midna piped up with the concern of currency. Yoshitsune, though it wasn’t much, did have a coin purse with a little over 100 coins in it. Holding up the bag, following Primrose’s additional comment, he listened intently to the conductor’s directions. “Thank you.” he said with a low bow before rushing off in the direction he’d been told.

Finding the foundry wasn’t too hard. Discussing the broken blade and payment, though, was a bit annoying for both the samurai and the particular smith he spoke with, but it was dealt with swiftly and with agreeable terms for both.

Although the smith personally recommended replacing the decimated weapon rather than trying to repair it, and could not boast expertise with this kind of blade, Yoshitsune made how much the sword meant to him very clear. In the end the full restoration would run him five hundred and fifty gold pieces, require the sort of metal with which it was originally made unless the samurai decided otherwise, and need his remaining blade as a reference to model the reforged one after. It would also take at least a day, since the smith had a lot of work to do.

Yoshitsune showed the Smith the coins he had and was happily surprised when he lowered the price with his larger coins. 

Having time to wander the market, though feeling naked without his father's swords, he began looking at the various stalls. He’d pass his allies every now and then and give them a small greeting. He was trying to relax, though he still seemed awkward. 

If was here he saw Laharl. “You were in the town of sweets. Nice to see you decided to join us. I don’t think I ever got your name.”