Ashaad had been watching the fight since its beginning and as it progressed he found himself slightly impressed with Adrian's archery skills. That was until his arrow flew towards him and punctured a hole straight through his flask. Ashaad stared at the flask as the last of his Qatar-Shan Fire Wine flowed onto the ground. [color=fff200][i]"Five year old Fire Wine..."[/i][/color], Ashaad let out a sigh of anger and frustration before tossing it aside. The fight had lost his interest now as he stood up from where he sat and began to walk away from the area. His weapons had become dull and were in desperate need of repair and so Ashaad headed over to the blacksmith. From what he heard the smith apparently provided modifications to weapons and armor, [color=fff200][i]"Proper armor would be a welcome change from these old rags"[/i][/color]. Ashaad would never ask those he helped for coin, instead only a few things he needed to survive, most of the time it was food, medical supplies, things of that nature. Items of comfort or improvements to his arsenal we're rare, in fact his entire outfit was from an assortment of assignments he had taken. After years of wear and tear it was time for a change in attire.