Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140617044928

"I'd like what you were just grabbing." He spat out distastefully. Mages. He fucking hated mages. They were selfish, rude,

"For sale once we open. And harvest the wings." The man set up a sign stating "Fairy Wings for 100 gold."

The hiss of steel on leather echoed in the shop. Echion held the blade up, pointed right at the shop owner. The silver edges of the otherwise black blade glowed in the firelight. It wasn't a nice picture.

"I think you're open right now."

"Is that right?" Electricity crackled between the man's fingertips. The warrior smirked, and took a step forward.

"Yes...it is." Another step. "You see, I'd hate for any of your...merchandise, to be broken..." The gladius was held over an expensive looking mirror. Echion read the sign, and smirked. "Communication mirrors? Very nice...and very pricy."

"I'd fry your as-"

"Mana cancelling runes." He quickly cut the man off. It was a bluff...but he didn't have to know that.

"So try me...or just give me what I want at...say...half price."