[center][b]Whimsical[/b] - [u]Blacksmith[/u] - Floor 1[/center]

Whimsical firstly needed to take care of business; well, the business being the large quantity of money he had from grinding and the need for an upgrade in terms of defense. His armor was nearly breaking and he didn't want to simply repair it, he wanted another set- one he had laid eyes on before, when he was level two. Too bad, at that time, he didn't had enough for a single piece. It took him a few minutes to walk from the place where he teleported to, to the blacksmith's location, a wide grin on his face once he finally got there. The armor was still there, he could see it from the balcony. Waving a hand, he greeted the player with a smirk. The man was not the best blacksmith in the game, needless to say, but he was one of the few players to have a shop setup already.

[b]"It's still there, I see."[/b] As he spoke, the man instantly gazed back at the set of armor, frowning slightly.

[i]"It's the best light-leather set I have-- and the most expensive one, you see..."[/i] He already said this to dismiss the red-haired man, knowing that he probably wouldn't have enough to pay for it, judging from the last time...

Whimsical's amber eyes scanned through a plethora of different sets of armor. As a two-handed weapon user, it was expected that he'd go towards the protective, but slow plate-mail heavy set. But... he was different- risky, but useful. He was the type of two-handed user who wanted to deal as much damage as possible and move as fast as, say, a rogue. He cocked his head towards the set, counting exact 15,000col from his inventory as a large back materialized into his hands, he placed it into the balcony with a trade invite, selecting the armor he desired so much.

With widen eyes, the man quickly accepted the money, giving Whimsical the armor in return. Instantly, Whimsical changed piece by piece until he was standing in his [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/257/9/1/larp_armor___v3_by_astanael-d2yqi6j.jpg]new set of armor[/url], the only part missing was the helmet, which he didn't put on right now. Bowing his head mockingly, he vaguely waved before moving back, onto the tavern.

The man sat at a random table, raising his hand, [b]"A mug of the best ale you got and a loaf of bread, if you will! Put somethin' tasty inside the bread, please."[/b] 

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Meanwhile, Titan had received his message. He paid it little mind and went back to grinding... The burly Spartan was probably having luck in his hunt, at least in terms of experience.