If the shopping district would ever become dull of shoppers, hagglers, and screams of deals going on, then the servers may as well be dead. After all, it was not an uncommon part of the World to get equipment outside of your expertise that someone else was willing to get for a few coin. It was the basic backbone of an MMO economy, that the people managed and cried out to try and eliminate scalpers or underhanded dealings
Resin was certainly the gal who did enjoy the window shopping, too. Seeing what kind of weapons and armors that had fun trick and "toys" to them, seeing what had a ton of flavor, or simply improved her set. However, as much as she can examine scythes and bows all day, there was one part of her equipment that the stalls simply had nothing of...
Thus, the Elf Beast was found, sitting at the gondola port staring down her Claws of Lyorn. To most, they could have been mistaken as Grappler gauntlets that prefer a more open palm style, but that was far from the case. Their weapons were its nails: its claws and it was not like there were many, if any that had styles around raking out eyes and such. "I wonder if other SCs have this kind of problem," the thought aloud. After all, they were working with unique tools and builds, not exactly things shops would keep for a small handful of players, and she doubt the player market would be even better without massive gouging to make profit from that limited cast...
She found herself falling over with a heavy sigh, holding the claws up in the air as the next gondolier road up to port, dropping off whoever was on and picking up their newer guests.
Zeno loved the scenery of Mac Anu. Although it was filled with both players and npcs, it wasn't nearly as crowded as New York was. His supposed his favourite part of it so far was the canal system and the gondolas that traversed the waterways, and it was why he had made it a point to travel by gondola as much as possible. Was it slower than getting around on foot? Sure, but that wasn't the point.
And so Zeno sat in a gondola, watching the city slowly pass by. He had no real plans for today, and was content to simply around around root town for the day. Being so new to the game and with the Red Knot Festival going on, he hadn't had much time to explore the hub city of the server that he would call home to for the foreseeable future.
All to soon, the gondola ride was at an end, and the boat eased into the dock to let him off and pick up whoever else wanted a ride. "Thank you very much!" he said to the npc gondolier, getting a smile and a nod in return, then lightly stepped off the boat and looked around. He saw that he was close to the market distract, but his low level and lack of funds meant there was not much there for him. So Zeno set his sights on the surrounding players, and quickly zeroed in on someone interesting.
A beastman player was laying on the stone dock, staring at what looked like a pair of claws. Which, as far as Zeno was aware wasn't a common weapon in the game. Seeing that the player looked bored and deciding to satisfy his curiosity, he bounded over and crouched down next to the other player, peering at the items in her hands.
"Oooh, are those claws? Those look really cool, where did you get them?"
The new voice calling out to her caused her ears to flick before turning her eyes away from the claws over to the young man decorated in green and goggles, whose interests laid with what rested in her hands. Still, despite her annoyance, she had a part to play, and she would never surrender a moment for theatrics, so, with a fanged grin on display, she rolled her legs up before kicking forward, a quick "Yomph" escaping her lips, getting herself back onto her feet.
"Ah, you simple human," she teased, "what lays before you are not normal weapons, as they do not belong to a normal player." With a quick twirl on the balls of her feet, the claws went from resting into her palms to decorating her hands as she posed, the nails gleaming gold before golden fur ran down the back of her hands down to her wrist. "These are not simply the gear used by Grapplers, but are special equipment only usable by us Lyorns, and while there may not be many of us, it will be us who shall be heading the packs!"
The air was still for a moment before her pose limbered up and became more neutral as she rested her hands at the back of her head. "Unfortunately, because there is so little of us, its hard to find proper shops that sell upgrades and what is found in dungeons is either not sold or scalped at major prices because of their rarity and lack of users for them. It really does suck."
Zeno tried not to grin as the player's ears flicked towards the sound of his voice. He knew the player's actual ears didn't move, since human ears didn't do that, but it was still cool to see the animal-like ears move.
He took a quick step back as she literally leaped to her feet, grin and eyes widening as she twirled and showed off the claw weapons. Ooh, she was a roleplayer, too! Zeno knew about the players who immersed themselves in The World, who adopted a specific personality for the avatar they had, and stayed 'in-character' as much as possible.
Shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers, he rocked back on his heels. "I suppose I am pretty simple," he agreed with a smile. "Since I don't know what a Lyorn is." He supposed it was her class, much like his class was a Twinblade.
The problem of hard-to-find equipment was universal to all MMO players, though. "Yeah, that really sucks. Having to turn to a scalper just to get your equipment isn't fun for anyone. Unfortunately, I'm pretty new here, so I'm not much help..." He trailed off for a moment, going over all the information he had read before creating his account.
"Aren't there any...citizens....of the city you can ask for information? I've heard some of them know useful rumours and such." He wasn't a roleplayer, but he decided he would play along and pretend that the NPCs were simply regular people who lived in The World.
Well, it was clear that he did enjoy her performance, but his own hesitance to follow suit was very stand-out, causing her to smile and place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. I like having a character for fun, but it doesn't mean you have to follow suit so hard out of the blue." Still, his words did stick out a bit causing her to ponder. "So yeah, apparently, I am a returning kind of a died-off species, so if there would be anything in lore, it would more likely be in a museum.
Still, her mind's gears were grinding as her tail flicked side to side as she processed over things. "Visiting the shop fronts didn't really give me much... then again, they would only care about getting the coins exchanged. If there would be anyone who would be willing to know, it would possibly be the smiths." And the more she thought about it, the more she realized hoe dead that part of the town hub was for the most part. "If anyone would know where to get the best gear, or maybe material quests to get special gear crafted, maybe they would be the best place to go!"
As if she has become a prowler herself, her feet dashed from the low port to the bridge above, standing on the walls as her eyes peered about. Aha! The part of town where you can practically see the heat of the forges collide, steam tools were experimented on, and magical tools were enchanted. It was still a gamble, but one she had not considered until that moment. "Over here!" she waved to the one clad in green before dashing off... practically on all fours.
Amidst the many smithies, workshops, and other smaller businesses that were spread throughout the district was a three-story building not too much taller than the rest of the buildings in the area, but was still wide and large enough to be an imposing presence among the other establishments that lined the main street. One could immediately tell what the place from even just a cursory glance at the windows. All sorts of weapons and armor were lined up on the display counters, some commonplace for the game's standard classes while others rare and unusual. If someone were to look for a weapon that was atypical, this shop would be a good place to start.
Standing out front and a little off to the side, along with several messy stacks of crates, was a middle-aged man in his prime, his muscular frame built up from years of his own blacksmithing work just barely concealed by his business attire. His arms were crossed as he stared at his fresh stock of supplies, arms crossed and a frown on his lips as he was left at an impasse, unsure of the best way to take them where they needed to go with what he had on hand.
"This is what I get for hiring cheap help. They can't even be bothered to bring them into the warehouse around the back," he grumbled, the consternation clearly evident on the shopkeeper's face as he shook his head at the sloppy display before him. The man rubbed his hands against his temples, not exactly eager to do the heavy lifting alone while his assistants tended to the shop. After all, those crates contained raw materials for use at his own personal forge as well wares from other blacksmiths he was contracted to sell at his shop by proxy. Even a single one would be far from light.
A sigh escaped him as he glanced at his windows. Past the displays, one could see that his assistants were already busy attending to the needs of other players. They weren't available to help, so he had no choice but to do the heavy lifting on his own. Frankly, while he was certainly capable of weathering through the cumbersome chore, he'd rather be doing something else. Absolutely anything else. Not like an opportunity would randomly come dashing and crashing his way, though, right?
Letting out an irritated yet resigned groan, the man crouched down to the first crate he'd be moving that day, putting his back into it as he lifted several dozen pounds of weapons and armory he'd eventually be putting on display.
The opportunity was in full pursuit as she dashed through the district, eyeing out any place that shared a fancy for the exotic. Sure, it would cost more coin, but it was a gamble she expected anyways as she made one last turn and dash before immediately slamming her breaks, a cartoonish cloud dust from her feet and hands and she skidded forth, barely stopping from colliding into a man brandishing pounds of heavy gear.
"Hehe... sorry. Got distracted with my thoughts," she said, kicking herself back up to her feet before looking back. She she move too fast for him? Still, her eyes darted back forward before veering off to the crates. "Looks like you got a bit of a mess here, huh? Lemme help!" With fangs brash and exposed in a full grin, she crouched down to get her fingers underneath before readjusting her feet. A deep breath and a mutter of, "One... two..." she shoved her way up, though a bit of a stumble back from the weight of the gear, her tail flexing to try to counteract her chance in balance.
"Alright.... lead the way, boss!" Sure Lyorns saw themselves as lords, if she read the lore right, but she would rather be one to work alongside her folk, not just command from behind.