[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Limsa Lominscuttle Town [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (79/90) +8 Collab -> Lvl 9 (89/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 846 words[/center]

As dinner wound down, Geralt joined the others who wanted to shop on their excursion to the Argentum Trading Guild while Yen retired for the night, having extracted a promise from Geralt to not stay out terribly late. The massive ship caused Geralt's gaze to drift ever upwards, until his eyes locked on the literal titan which was tethered to the ship. He wasn't entirely sure what the deal was with that, but it seemed like they were content with the arrangement (Something that big wouldn't have trouble making it known that it was unhappy), so he pushed it from his mind and continued inside. 

The interior was just as impressive as the exterior, and Geralt nodded in appreciation as he looked around, keeping a few of the places in mind. He wasn't sure if he'd end up here again, but given that the place seemed to be well-travelled, it wouldn't hurt to remember where different merchants were located within the Guild. 

Having wandered through many a bazaar in his days, the Witcher kept a quick pace, rapidly scanning a variety of interesting but unnecessary items as he passed by them. Perhaps a small token for Yennefer would be a good idea? No, at the moment he was concerned about keeping himself alive throughout this adventure he'd found himself roped into. With the loss of the energy-based pistol Tora had made for him (He'd have to apologize profusely for losing it, the golem seemed to care for his inventions), Geralt was back to relying on his hand crossbow, which while powerful, lacked the kind of power and range he'd be hoping for. 

As such, he was keeping an eye out for a bowyer, or even simply somebody selling weaponry. The smithy had a few good-looking swords, but his blades hadn't been having any trouble, really, and the armor he was wearing was excellent, minus the...alteration he'd received from the Harbor Demon Spirit. Speaking of which, he could get that fixed here, couldn't he? Yes, that actually seemed like a good idea. 

A quick run home, an awkward questioning from Yennefer, and even even [i]more[/i] awkward questioning from the armorer later, Geralt was assured he'd have his armor returned to proper order soon enough for 500 gold. It was a fair price, all things considered, given the quality of the gear and the strangeness of the repair job. He had no desire to repeat that experience, though he was sure the armorer felt the same. No sane man would choose to wear armor like that, and Geralt hadn't, but good luck explaining that. 

Still, he had a decent amount of coin left, and some things he wished to sell. The strange shards of some fallen piece of the heavens, imbued with a strange and dark power, seemed to hold some secret within them. When Geralt had gone over his inventory of items just in case to see what he might want to get rid of, they had stuck out. Surely somebody would pay good coin for them, to search deeper within and learn their secrets. 

That, and the damned watering can he'd somehow kept on his person this entire time. 

As he neared the Grand Exchange, where somebody could buy or sell just about anything, Geralt took notice of the strange individuals lighting small fires which seemed to leave their surroundings unharmed by heat or flame. Curious, he approached one of them and inquired as to what they were doing, only to be told that the person was getting experience. Not entirely sure what experience they were seeking by repeatedly lighting fires with a tinderbox, but he decided that it wasn't worth thinking too hard over. 

Approaching one of the many counters from which the Grand Exchange was operated, Geralt set up a sale for the blasted watering can, which was quickly purchased for a mere 25 gold, which he figured was fair enough based on the exchange rates he'd seen. The shards, however, he was much more insistent upon receiving good money for, and thought it took a few minutes, he soon received a solid 1,000 gold for it. 

At that point, it became a matter of hunting down a new ranged weapon for his arsenal. All sorts of bows appeared when he attempted to find one, so he instead sought out a magical one. That cut the listings down substantially, and soon, one stood out to him. Whether it was due to the weapon's elemental affinity resonating with the Orphan's Spirit was unknowable, but he decided on the bow in short order and had it in hand as he collected his armor and returned to the entrance of the Bazaar, crossing paths with the collected Koopas, Sakura and her friend, and even the self-proclaimed Grand Magus, Rubick. 

"Well, looks like we've all had a successful trip." Geralt commented dryly. "Got the damned chest window out of the armor, finally. And grabbed this." Showing off the magical bow, Geralt inspected it yet again. Oh, it definitely called to something inside him, that was for sure. 

[hider=Shopping Results] Geralt's armor no longer has an anime-esque boob window, thank goodness. 

Additionally, item get! [url=https://imgur.com/Mp5BxPG]Odysseus's bow[/url]: Every fourth attack with this weapon triggers a chain lightning effect, damaging the target and up to 4 nearby enemies for roughly 2/3 of the bow's normal damage. 

50 arrows were also acquired with the purchase of this bow.[/hider]