[b][i]Dojoville//1900 hours//Unknown Mage[/i][/b] [i]The lone figure strolled in cautiously, her silhouette long in the setting sun, elongated, stretched shadows dancing in the evening of the town. The figure was a weary traveler, her brown hair dirty and sweat-plastered, tied back in a ponytail as perspiration ran down the sides of her pale, thin face. She had bright, stunning violet colored eyes, with crimson lights dancing around in them. Her robe was long, reaching halfway past her knees, and glittered with dark violet, maroon, and crimson colors that shifted around the robe rapidly, a fancy trick of the light. Her skin was quite pale, her thin lips slightly parted as she gasped for air. Her once-shiny black boots were now dusty and worn, her black trousers torn and dirty, and her loose, blue shirt was drenched in sweat yet hidden by her robes. The right leg of her trousers were pulled up past her knee, revealing bandages. Her right hand was gripped tightly around a light beige bo staff, which was being used as a crutch of some sort, and she was limping, greatly favoring her left, showing that her right leg was obvious wounded. Hidden in her robes, away from eyesight, was a worn, old spell book, which she kept well hidden. As she entered Dojoville, she looked around, and limped further in. She was looking for a weapons store, and that she found quite quickly; after all, in a place like Dojoville, there's bound to be a couple of massive weaponry stores. She opened the front two doors to the weaponry store, and the sudden, cool air of the air conditioned room blasted at her, and she let out a soft, relieved sigh. She limped into the store, the doors falling shut behind her. The store was quite empty, and very large at that, about the size of a warehouse. Shelves were scattered all around the store, with hundreds of melee weaponry dangling precariously by thin strings, from longswords to katanas, from cutlasses to greatwords. The woman took no notice of all the blades, for she knew that they were well out of her price range. She limped up to the counter at the very back of the store, and laid her six foot long, thin bo staff on the counter top, gently placing her wounded leg on the ground. She winced at the pressure, but grew used to it. She looked at the person behind the desk, a tall, six foot five man, with a face that looked like it had not been shaved for weeks. His calm, blue eyes were piercing, and he had a square jaw, in addition to closely trimmed, dark brown hair. He smiled politely at the woman, before asking:[/i] "Well, what'll it be, miss?" [i]The woman gestured towards her bo staff, her intelligent, deep violet eyes never leaving the man's blue ones, who stared back, unwavering.[/i] "Take two feet off it, and replace it with a two foot long, titanium blade," [i]She requested, smiling slightly with her pale, thin lips, her eyes still never leaving the man's. The man nodded, and turned away, pulling his gaze from the woman's, who in turn looked away. He took the bo staff, examining it.[/i] "It'll be about an hour," [i]He said, glancing up at the woman. She nodded, and turned, limping towards the exit. She'd be back in an hour to collect her bo staff, and the man would accept payment. She opened the door, the bell on top of the door ringing, and the warm, outside air drifted inside. She stepped out, shutting the door behind her. It was time to waste time.[/i][spoiler]Open![/spoiler]