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Post by Skylar balbadd on Jun 1, 2013 18:35:59 GMT -5
The young prince waited very patiently for the rest of his guards to tell him that it was finally time to set off. Skylar had made his way to the market-place again, but this time he wasn't able to break away from his. To be more exact, they had been trained to keep better eyes on the young prince, and as a result, he was not able to find an opening to get away. Now, Skylar was in the the market with his guards; specifically, instead of a store which sold weapons and armor. Admittedly, Skylar had decided to go to this store as a favor for his guards, who seemed to enjoy it much more than they did. He knew they hated keeping an eye on him, but they couldn't just let him dart away either. To try and make something out of the trip for them, he took them to see all the rare weapons and armor in one of the cities finest armories.
The collection was quite nice, armors from all over the world, in different styles and made from all kinds of materials. There was a dynamic collection there, both with armor and weapons. Skylar knew that these things would serve no purpose for him...his own standard, basic sword was plenty because in the end, he would probably end up eating whatever weapon he had on him to power up, rather than use the weapon to do the fighting for him. The young prince had been given dragon slayer lacrima, had it implanted into his body, and was now more or less a dragon slayer himself. Did he know much about dragons...not at all, nothing outside of the books. But at least this way, he would be able to take better care of himself...much like his brother who had a very similar magic as well...even though he had not been heard from in a while.
Skylar kept his eyes glued onto one sword in particular though...not because of any elaborate designs or anything, but because it was in-fact, the most simple blade in the store. It was out of place, and the reason why was also very clearly written at the base of the display case it was held in. This sword belonged to a former arena champion; a gladiator who had won his own freedom, and sold his sword to be able to leave and go where he wanted. It was a fine story, though not enough to make Skylar want to actually buy the sword.
"Let's take a bit more time here, and then get going, alright?" he let his guards know, planning on giving them all the time they wanted to check things out further.
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