From his spot on the Rooftops of Mac Anu, the leader of the Anima Mundi could see many things. He could watch the Knights as they roamed about town in search of TOS violators. He could see newbies trip, something that he never could quite understand. His eyes could catch the slightest detail on the Wave symbols of the Long Arm way below. Something he couldn't see, something he didn't need to see, was something that Azrael felt the very same way he did.

"Thunder."

Tearing at his tattoo, the Fist Fighter transported himself from the clan area to the streets down below. Pushing crowds out of the way, he found himself in a "consequences-be-damned" mood. Nothing would stand between him and his prize. He threw open the doors of the Pawn Shop, sliding on the floor as he approached the counter. Taking a deep breath, he spoke nonchalantly.

"Knock knock."

Who's there?

Saphyre peeked out of the back room with a giggle.

What, just saying hi? No joke for Saphy?

"Maybe I'd be a little bit nicer if I wasn't hearing word around town that you found yourself a new boyfriend. Although, rumor has it that he's devilishly handsome and a genius to boot, so I guess I can't be too mad. Maybe you and I can sneak off some time to a more...discreet location? Alas, that talk will have to wait for another time.

"A little birdie chirped in my ear. Told me there's a Summon Thunder scroll lyin' around here. What would it take to get that off of your well manicured and beautifully pampered hands?"

Oh honey, I have so many boyfriends I can't really keep track. I can only be serious about the ones who are really my age... Besides, imagine the moral implications of dating my customers... someone might think I'm playing favorites.

She winked, then smiled in genuine apology, leaning back against the wall.

Word travels fast... That's not been in here very long. You know the guy who dropped him off?

"Could say that. We have some mutual acquaintances. That, and, well, to be honest? I would have come in just to see you." He smiled. "So, fine maiden, what're we looking at?"

Since when has flattery gotten you anywhere in here? A scroll like that's not going to come cheap, and our inventory's a little short lately. Got anything to give me?

"It wasn't long ago that you told me flattery could get me everywhere." He sighed. "How about a broken heart and a good 1500 GP?"

I'm just teasing... take it easy...

She reached out and stroked his cheek softly for a moment.

Keep your broken heart and fix it up a bit, I'm no good with those. I'll just take the 1500gp and we'll call it good.

"Alright then, I guess I'll have to try." Leaving the money on the counter, the Fighter made his way to the door. With one last look over his shoulder, he stepped out into The World outside, a small frown spreading across his sad face.