"I would prefer casting speed! Since I fight in the back lines, it would be rather useful to have something that will give some time to escape! How much do is it cost?" Asked Devon, looking at the content's of his pouch.

This bloody heat will be the god damn death of me. The small girl said as she pushed her way through the plaza. She was desperately looking for shade, be it under a market stall's roof or the side of a building. With her black clothes, this heat would be badly messing with her.

Uko, after arriving in the plaza, was not happy with how crowded it was. Crowds meant people, people meant possible communication, and communication meant he would have to try to talk. That was not on his list of things to do today. He quietly walked around, and his eyes were searching primarily for something that looked like a weapons shop with some form of archery equipment. He busted his old crossbow and failed to repair it, which.. doesn't really happen often, but when it does, he feels lost without some sort of weapon to save his ass.

Uko glanced at the blacksmith and headed right to him. As he approached, Uko did the one thing he knew he'd regret. He spoke to the man. "Blacksmith. I need a crossbow." Short, brusque, and straight to the point. He wasn't here to be friendly, he was here to get moving.

Warden eyed the caravan right back. She'd rob it, but the location was too hot in more than one way. It probably did hold something valuable, so for now she'd just see where it was going.

Uko thought for a second. "Quick reload. You can't make a Crossbow strong enough to make up for the slow reload." Uko took a shot at the dwarf, which would cause one of three things. One, no business or deal. Two, the blacksmith would make a killer powerful crossbow. Or, there is always the easiest option, just make the quick reloading crossbow. Uko didn't care, he just wanted to get the best he could out of a dwarf. Actually, he detested dwarves. Too loud, too happy. Either that, or maybe he just didn't care for them.

Rex turned her smile into more of a thinking look. She then took out a small bag out from her jacket. She placed it in front of the blacksmith. "That should suffice." Rex said. Inside the bag was about 50 gold.