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“Much appreciated.” Danjus noddedn He had no idea what to expect in the days to come, but it was best to take advantage of any supplies that were offered. He moseyed on over to the other caravaners to see what was offered. He picked out a small bundle of fruit and bread before heading over to Teo at Tarik’s suggestion.

“Tarik mentioned swords,” He began, walking up to Teo. “I know you’ve got quite a few swords and I was wondering if you’ve got any spares.” Danjus was introduced to a large collection of swords, all of different sizes, shapes, and varieties in the back of one of the carts. “You’ve got quite the collection here,” he remarked, clearly impressed. One particular sword in the back caught his attention. “You’re not using this one, are you?” he asked, picking it up and unsheathing it. It looked old, beaten, and slightly bent. The pommel wasn’t the greatest and part of the guard was chipped. He reckoned it couldn’t be swallowed. The point was still sharp though, and the metal looked sturdy but no longer pristine. “If you don’t mind, I would like this one.” It was a light one-hander, which was good since Danjus wasn’t sure if he wanted to get rid of his polearm just yet. He thanked Teo and reported back to his group.

“Mt. Persimmon?” Danjus replied to Tarik’s request. “I don’t know where we are, but that seems kind of far.”