Sebastian slammed the jagged spear on the counter and sighed as he took out a bag of gold coins that he handed to the man across the counter. He knew that learning to black smith would have been a good choice as a secondary skill but never took the time to do so. He dreaded coming into the blacksmiths, they always tried to pawn things off on him, as he earned the name of a big buyer when he was helping out some players who were new to mmo's. His spear had busted on a boss near the end of the fight, he was lucky that is ended in a critical shot or his odds of winning the battle would have deceased significantly. The man behind the counter told him to come back in an hour and after sizing the guy up in case he wanted to run with sebastians stuff, he walked away and went to a tavern. 

It was warm inside but in a way that made you uncomfortable. It had a smell of blood vomit, and liqour in a way it reminded him of his house. The was a bar brawl in the middle but no one seemed to nice as it was as common as the prostitutes that filled the corners. Sebastian sat down and asked for the cheapest thing they had, and was supplied with stale bread and water. He hast-fully handed them money, he wasn't exactly going low on cash but he was always one to ration his money. It wasn't long before an npc came and began to ask for help in there quest which sebastian reluctantly declined, he wanted to adventure and yet he was stuck waiting for his spear to be mended.