((OOC note that this trade takes place after DoubleCrossing))

Kashi stood by one of the tables in the Trade Centre. Disgruntled about recent events, he was reluctant to trade his Grunty's Sword away. The blade had proven to be invaluable to him for its Skill Drain ability and Ani Slash. However, he was getting 26 GP and a cookie out of the deal, so he'd part with it. Especially since the Army of Darkness had another one of his in the Armoury.

Where is this player? The more I stand out here, the less safe I feel, with Shin still in The World. His left foot started tapping, at first impatiently, then nervously.

A sack is tossed in the direction of the Blademaster, appearing just miliseconds before the silver-haired player himself. "I trust you'll find everything to your liking. It's as we agreed upon." A smile played across Cent's lips. "26 GP and a cookie!"

He offered a handshake to the boy he called Magz.

The Blademaster's head jerked in the direction of a sound, or rather, many sounds. Jingling of coins filled the air, heading closer and closer to him. He swiped the bag out of the air with his left hand before it hit his chest. Kashi opened the sack and looked around inside. Sure enough, there were 26 gold pieces and a warm chocolate chip cookie. The player looked back at the Fist Fighter before him, stringing the sack tightly. "All is in order. Thank you." The Blademaster knew that he was letting it go for a thirtieth of what it would fetch at Pawn Shop, minimum, but he was running into as many of these swords as he was the monsters guarding them. He had a second one tucked away in the Army of Darkness' armoury for safekeeping, so he'd be using that one. While I'm not using one of those two beauties I just got.

Something under the smiling player's cape intrigued him, and his eyes were drawn to movement below the material. Dismissing it, he removed his right glove. The emerald pulsating point had relocated itself to the back of his hand, running spiderlike up his wrist and no doubt his arm. The Blademaster figured it was time to change his character design, so people wouldn't catch the slightest shimmer on him. Extending his arm, Kashi gripped the hand offered to him, shaking it warmly. "What did you say you needed this sword for, again? If you can't talk about it, that's fine." he smirked, slipping the glove back on.

Yup, definitely time for a change. Too many I can't trust, is he one of them?

A question, posed out of curiosity, nearly caused the man to blow what little cover he could. "I'm getting presents for my cl... for my close friends. One of them is a lower-leveled Blademaster. He'll have use of this soon enough. And, sir, it is all thanks to you. So," the cape furled back as he bowed to the man before him, "You have my thanks."

What was that stutter? "Cl"?

The Blademaster looked at the bowing man in front of him. Red cape rolled up with the gesture, the young man considered what the Fist Fighter had said. If it was for a single newer player, he was sure the man could've bought a Grunty's Sword (even if it wouldn't be at the pittance of a price he had offered the Fist Fighter). The Blademaster shrugged slightly, responding to the statement.

"No need for thanks. I've got access to another of these in my clan's armoury. When you sa--"

Shit, he's here.

Sight of a pinstriped male Twin Blade and a female Heavy Blade accompanying him - Bitch must've hidden her character's ears in-town or something - approaching them quickly brought the Blademaster to cut his question short. He had to leave. Now.

"I need to get going. Thanks for the gold, and I hope your friend gets much use out of the sword. Maybe we'll meet each other again soon. Take care."

The Blademaster bowed his head before turning and walking briskly away from the other player, breaking out into a run once the Chaos Gate was in his sight. The gesture would seem insulting, but Kashi would much rather risk insulting someone than become captured or deleted.