Draco walked down to the shop Ruth had mentioned. It was indeed a small-looking shop with a sign hanging over it with a chest plate, however, it had a vanbrace on one side, meaning it wasn't in the same group as the other shop. Draco walked in and was greeted by a room around the size that was about 20 x 10 sq feet. Again at the farthest wall from the door, there was the counter, however, this shop was very crowded with racks upon racks of armor. It all looked older and run down, almost like already used equipment. However, when he grabbed the eye he was shocked.
Armored chest plate
Rank-E
Enchantments-vitality,
Description- a Chest Plate made by a ???-rank Blacksmith. A low-rank piece of armor that was purposely made a low rank by a skilled blacksmith. Although its rank is E it retains traces of the Blacksmiths skill. Pushing it to the peak of E-rank.
Draco was impressed, to anyone else it would come off as a very well-made chest plate made by a very skilled E-ranker, however, because he could see the description of the item he knew it wasn't an E-rank blacksmith. He looked at the rest of the items and noticed that the highest the gear went up to D-rank, however, they all said the same thing. 'It retains traces of the blacksmith's skill. Pushing it to the peak of.' meaning that the blacksmith was higher than a D-rank blacksmith.
He noticed the man sitting behind the counter and walked up to him. "Hello, I was wondering, are you the owner of this shop?" the man slowly lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice. "And what if I am." Draco kept a smile on his face and kept a respectful tone. "I'm a friend of Ruth, she told me to come to see you and to give you some items. So if you are the owner of this shop then I have some items for you." The man looked at him for a bit. Draco kept staring at him, however, he noticed his arm slowly moving under the table.
Draco wanted to give this person the benefit of the doubt, seeing as this place was recommended by Ruth. However he was currently very near half health so he activated
Out walked a woman, she was wearing a sports bra which showcased the defined muscles on her abdomen and arms. Her skin was a chestnut color and had little burns all over her skin. "Ruth sent you?" Draco slowly nodded. He knew she was the blacksmith without even having to read her information. The woman stared at Draco for another second before speaking again. "What can we do for you?" Draco relaxed a bit, un casting Sprint so his mana would start to regenerate. He didn't mistake the man's eyes again traveling to his legs before looking at him.
He also noticed the man had relaxed a bit when he uncast the spell. 'He could see I cast Sprint?' "I wanted to sell some gear I got from a Door. When I asked Ruth, she told me to come to see you. She gave me these two things to give to you." Draco took the envelope and container and handed them to the women, before stepping back to his previous spot. She took them and after seeing the container her face visibly softened. She rested a hand on the man's shoulder, "it's alright Dugg, it's from Ruth." she turned back to Draco and waved him forward to the counter. Hesitantly he walked forward, standing directly in front of the counter.
"Well come on then, show me what you want to sell." Draco took out one of the tunics and the blacksmith examined it for less than a minute before speaking. "E-rank Door loot, enchanted, it's a nice tunic. Is that it? or do you have more?" Draco quickly spit out. "I have 254 just like that, 155 cowl hoods, 211 leather braces, 143 of which are reinforced with iron on the outside. 169 pairs of leather boots, 18 single boots without pairs, 215 knife belts, and 238 pairs of pants."
Draco tried to quietly suck in a breath as he had said all that in the same breath. The man had his mouth hanging slightly open while the girl was smiling slightly. "Is that all?" Draco's face turned red and he tripped over his words before he clearly spoke once more. "I also have 14 sets of armor, however there from Striker's." any amusement or shock they had from his little numbers show vanished under a mask of stone. "We don't buy from body robbers, get out."