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trash elf selling everything
Jun. 28th, 2016 05:18 pmEvery few days, the store appeared elsewhere. Moving over all of Eorzea, appearing in the shadiest corners of the realm. Nobody knew how the owner moved so quickly. Or got the goods he did - rare items and minions, even fully complete weapons and armour none could find in most of the realm. Of course, he did not just sell items. He would sell power as well, claiming he could make anybody into a Warrior of Light in but a few days, for the right price.
The price?
It all depended on what one could afford.
The man - who had abandoned the name of Francel to simply call himself Rose Bandit - had decided to work near to Hyrstmill. The shop was open, as if it had always been there. And as you enter? He's got a gentle smile, as he welcomes those who enter - no matter who or what they may be.
"Defender of Eorzea - welcome."
...Of course, his face shows a smile. A false smile, as he looks over his latest prey. He's been staying he for around... a week now? Mostly because he's been getting business from people seeking minions and control for weapons.
The price?
It all depended on what one could afford.
The man - who had abandoned the name of Francel to simply call himself Rose Bandit - had decided to work near to Hyrstmill. The shop was open, as if it had always been there. And as you enter? He's got a gentle smile, as he welcomes those who enter - no matter who or what they may be.
"Defender of Eorzea - welcome."
...Of course, his face shows a smile. A false smile, as he looks over his latest prey. He's been staying he for around... a week now? Mostly because he's been getting business from people seeking minions and control for weapons.
