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Seeming satisfied with Richards answer, and nodding along to his comment about curses absent mindedly, before Zeebarl turned to Hope. The latest customer seemed flustered at Zeebarl's question, seeming embarrassed at having not picked something yet as the halfling merchant stood their patiently, showing little in his smile as the new stranger suddenly froze up and started at something from his cart. It seemed he was interested in a pair of ordinary grey tear drop like goggles he had among his wares, to which Zeebarl happily announced; " Ah good eye sir, though these goggles are admittedly indeed of repair, they are still a valuable asset when repaired! Sure to keep any dirt and dusts away from your eyes, and keeping any distractions away from your glare! They also help you see somewhat further ahead of you, though only marginally admittedly. It's other feature includes and adjustable strap for easy fitting and comfort, a one size fits all if you will. And for the low price of seven, yes seven, bronze coins, they're all yours sir!"

As he awaited an answer from Hope, doing his best to ignore Richards incantations, he noticed from a quick glance around the Uona had now risen from her feet and, well, was also glancing around at everyone else, trying her best to look imposing. Well it was fair enough really, and good of her to start working so soon after a were mention of being hired, and to be honest, was what Zeebarl did when no one was buying anything. Still, best keep and eye on her too. Too early to trust yet.

As expected with a mage fixing something magical, a magical reaction occurred, of a great flash of white light as he cast the spell on the crystal orb, where the merchant had to shield his eyes from the bright light. However, Richard seemed to frown as he held it up to the light. Zeebarl could see why too as he realized glumly that the orb wasn't made of crystal, but merely finely crafted glass, much to his disappointment, definitely having to lower it's cost.
Though oddly it seemed Richard was wary of all the magical items as they were repaired, much to the merchants suspicions. He then heard what he expected about them all being repaired. What he wasn't expecting to hear however, was the mage fellow telling him the magical items were in fact, not at all magical.

His jaw hanged agape as Richard handed his items back, before hurriedly testing his theory by quickly slicing at a nearby tree with the apparently enchanted sword to see for himself it was merely given a nasty cut and not fell the mighty oak in one swipe, causing him to frown further. He carefully lumped the recently repaired items onto his cart before sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well my good man, I am very sorry to hear that. Well that truly is unfortunate, it seems you are correct. Hmmm I suppose must of been some filthy rotten heartless spell slinger that tricked me with some illusion spell or a charm of some sort! It's despicable what some people do for profit! Thank you nonetheless, here, for your troubles.", the halfling salesman blabbered to the mage, obviously distressed over the whole situation, before handing a bunch of gold coins to Richard, as he stared angrily at the not so magical items.