They circled the market stalls for a while longer. Adam paused at a weaponsmith's cart, his crimson eyes scanning the rows of blades displayed on rough wool cloth. Swords, daggers, a few axes—all well-made, but nothing exceptional.
He picked up a longsword, testing its balance. His fingers wrapped around the hilt with none of the instinctive confidence they had when empty.
'Hmm... I'm not really skilled with swords,' he thought, turning the blade to catch the light. 'Or any other weapon, really. I prefer using my hands...'
He set the sword back down with a soft clink.
'Maybe I'll learn some sword techniques another time.'
Isolde watched from beneath her hood, her pale eyes tracking his movements with quiet curiosity.
Adam moved to another stall—this one cluttered with strange artifacts, old scrolls, and items that glowed with faint, residual magic. He picked up a ring, then a amulet, then a small crystalline shard, holding each one briefly as his system analyzed them.
