**Gamble wandered into the King, smiling a bit. He didn't really belong with this class of adventurer, he knew; he would always be a bit of a tourist amongst the gritty rangers and frothing barbarian types of Bakara. Still, he liked it here. The booze was good, the chance of getting mugged was low, and the sauna was as good as it got. Still, business to attend to.
After snagging a drink from the bar, Gamble began to look around for Herschell.**
**Binxy pulled out his survival dagger, letting it thunk into the table point first for inspection.**
Binxy - "Blade's fine, but I don't want somethin' I gotta wind up when I'm out there in the brush. Proper hunter's weapon's gotta me like me: compact and honey kissin' mean as hell."
Binxy - "Got some junk to unload to some mercenary squad that's been weighin' me down. No rush on the gold, but lugging the damn thing around is gettin' obnoxious."
**The jakari indicated the massive scimitar he'd leaned against the table.**
Binxy - "Doesn't look like an honey kissin' gila I ever saw. More like dracon, but not really that either. What, did someone moron pour a crapload of potions down a gila pup's throat or somethin'?"
**He fished the Shard out of the pile.**
Gamble - "- How much for this?"
Gamble - "Not to pile on, but I figured you might want to buy this."
After snagging a drink from the bar, Gamble began to look around for Herschell.**
Binxy - "Blade's fine, but I don't want somethin' I gotta wind up when I'm out there in the brush. Proper hunter's weapon's gotta me like me: compact and honey kissin' mean as hell."
**The jakari indicated the massive scimitar he'd leaned against the table.**