Devon walked to the flamboyant human. "Do you have any healing, paralysing, undead raising or lightning bolt staves?"

The flamboyant merchant raised his eyebrows at the duo of skeleton giant and metal golem, before rubbing his hands together. "Well, we here at Derek's Magic Emporium don't have magic storing crystal, we have several Staff of various design that can accentuate various elements. I apologize, but as you probably know, Necromancy is frowned upon in these parts. However, Elemental staves are accessible." He said with a wide grin plastered on his face, gazing into Devon's eye sockets.  

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Rex pushed her way through the crowd, finding herself before the blacksmith- a veritable giant standing somewhere above two meters, wearing a heavy leather apron.  His great grey beard was smoldering as he patted them out- a stray tongue of flame having caught it. He let out a booming laugh as he casually swung a mighty hammer down upon red hot piece of metal as he spoke with a fellow blacksmith- a dwarf instead. There didn't seem to be any customers at their shop for whatever reason.

The giant looked up from his work, and gave a grin. He placed the metal he worked upon into a vat as he went to meet her. He casually patted off some soot that had blackened his hands, and placed them at his sides. "Good afternoon ma'am, you be needing something? Arms? Armor?"

The merchant raised his eyebrow, and vanished behind the counter, disappearing into a hidden cellar of some sort. After a handful of seconds, he returned with a bundle of staff- approximately six. "You haven't really been too specific in what kind  of staff you want. While I do indeed have several lightning accentuating staves and several healing-capable staves- paralyzing staves are rather strange and not too common, seeing that that is a spell and not a magic.  Necromanic Staff are unholy based, and these Divar folk don't seem to enjoy the thought of unholy things transpiring in their cities.  So then. your choices for lightning are: Casting speed, damage, or duration. Your choices for holy weapons are- effectiveness, duration, or cost.  Cost as in price of course."

The giant raised his hand to his chin for moment as he thought, mindlessly batting out a patch of smoldering beard, when he suddenly had an epiphany. "Short sword eh miss? I think I got just the right weapon for ye..." He popped his knuckles, and retreated further into his shop- disappearing into a storeroom. When he reappeared with dozen or so swords and daggers, he carefully placed them down upon the ground. He gestured to them, picking one up in his hand. "Well, ol' Gabha has a few items that might suit your needs. I've got standard daggers, parrying daggers, arming swords, even a single wakizashi- quite a bothersome make in honesty." He said, gesturing with the Sekai originated weapon.

The blacksmith let out a "humph" as he looked from her to the wakizashi. He held his chin once more, and let out a breath. He grinned widely, and retreated back into the shop for a moment. He returned with the sheath, a simple cardinal red wooden sheath. "For you Missy? I think... 45 fadi. Or 45 silvers if you are from Gaea. These desert-y fellows have funny words..."

(Looks fine, just that knowing her height would make writing for her a mite easier. That is really the only problem, if it can be called that.)