Zanix walked into Soul, easily navigating the large crowds, as they parted in fear from both his looks, and the reputation Celchin had. He kept a hand on his war club at all times, as he was getting more then one dirty and unfriendly look, most of which Zanix returned and forced the person to look away. He was in this town for one reason, and one reason alone. He needed armor, as battling in the clothes on his back wasn't exactly smart, especially if one came across a moderately skilled warrior. Zanix scanned the area when he entered Soul, looking for an indicator of a blacksmith or armory. Seeing none, he shrugged, picked a random direction, and began walking.
Scanning around, he nearly stumbled as he thought he caught sight of pure white feathers of a Toyla. Zanix scanned the area once more, heedless that him stopping in the middle of the pathway was causing people to go around him, like a giant boulder in a stream. Seeing nothing to indicate that he had seen the Toyla from that town, so many years ago, Zanix gave a sigh. Getting overly agitated. Probably was a trick of the light. He thought to himself, before resuming his wandering, searching for a smithy.
It took a few more minutes, but he found one, stationed across the street from a food stall that sold cheap, if slightly aged bread, fruits, and meats. Ignoring the racks of shining armor and weapons, Zanix walked straight to the Blacksmith, ducking slightly as the roof wasn't made for one of his heighth. "I need armor." He rasped. The man barely glanced at him. "There's racks of it right behind you." Zanix chuckled, a gravely sound. "I somehow doubt those will fit me." The man actually got a look at him this time, and paled slightly.
"I'm going to need measurements then." Zanix produced an old breastplate, horribly damaged. "Just go off this ones measurements." He rasped once more. The blacksmith nodded, losing some of his nervousness as he expertly viewed and measured the breastplate. "It'll take some time, but I can get you your new one today." Zanix nodded, and after a small amount of haggling, produced his coin pouch, and emptied out the agreed upon amount. "I'll return." He said, before lumbering out of the Smithy, and looking around.