Oh how things were working out.

The Fist Fighter, in his time in The World, had seemed to make a habit of accumulating equipment that he could not use for one reason or another. Now that he was no longer a Heavy Blade, he had even been offered swords that he once would have done unspeakable things for. It was a bad habit really, and he wanted it to stop. With the exception of his Saint Cross, stockpiling things he couldn't use was, well, annoying.

There was, however, an exception.

In his surfing through the boards, he had come across the announcement of a weapon that seemed right up his alley. While he couldn't say for sure that he'd be able to find or even afford it, the Pawn Shop seemed the place to go. Strolling in through the front door, whistling a tune last heard by a man locked in a room with Children, the Fist Fighter called.

"Hello? Is there anyone here? I was wondering what it would take to get my hands on the Kusarigama. It's the level 25 Fist Fighter weapon. I figured this was the place to go, since we're all practically family these days."

Nizam, obviously in a happier mood (see: personality) smiled away at Centrus' approach. The calculation was quick. "That'll come to 10,400 GP if you want it right this second or 7,900 GP if you wish to wait a week. Which would you like, my friend?"

"Well, old friend, both of those are a bit steep for my tastes, but what are we looking at if I were to offer you my Fist Guard in this deal? It's a level 15 weapon, specialty class. That should help take a notch out, right?" He smiled.

A plan formed.

"In that case..." A pause for math. "It'd be 7,500 GP if you want it right now or 5,000 GP if you want to wait a week."

"You know, I think I can wait the week for it. Sign me up, good sir."

Nothing more. Well, aside from... "See you in a week."

"I do think that it's about time that I pick something up!"

"Another time..."