"So, young man, what should I call you today?" Walking towards Mark and holding out her hand for a shake, she noticed a moving bump on top of his head. "Oh, I didn't know you had a friend. What should I call your small companion?"
"Mark, and this is Vanishing. I would appreciate it if you would lead me to a weapons shop, I have an item I need to sell." Judging that lying would get him nowhere, he decided to share his intentions.
"Mm, straight down to business I see. I like that." Licking her lips as she said those words, Abby walked back to the door she came from. "You want to find a weapon shop, I can take you to the best one."
Following Abby out the door, Mark looked behind him seeing the man waving with an unnerving smile on his face.
"Good luck with your business endeavor..."
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Walking out of a long tunnel, Mark was assaulted by the bright light that filled his vision. While his eyes were adjusting to the light, his ears picked up something that shocked him. He could hear voices, hundreds of voices. The sound was so loud he could barely hear his own thoughts.
'How the hell did I not hear this till now?'
"You were went through a teleporter in the tunnel." A familiar voice sounded inside of Mark's head.
"Abby? How can I hear you, I can barely hear my own thoughts." Confused as to what was happening, he asked the only person he could think could answer his question.
"Don't worry, all of the guides have a device that allows them to communicate directly into the mind of others." Explaining how they were able to communicate, Mark was still confused by one thing.
"I don't see anything that looks like it can be used for telepathy on your person, where do you hide something like that?" Looking Abby from head to toe to make sure he didn't miss anything, Mark came to a realization. Abby was quite good looking.
She wasn't lacking in the curves department and her tight red dress left little to the imagination. Her straight, blonde hair went down past her elbows and over her shoulders, acting as a natural hood.
"Now, now. You don't want a girl to reveal all her secrets, do you?" A wry smile appeared on Abby's face. She leaned over, coming closer to Mark, making him uncomfortable and begin to sweat. Seeing this, Abby let out a small giggle and backed away from Mark, letting him heave in relief. "In order to keep my device hidden, I keep it hidden behind my hair."
Moving her hair aside, Mark finally saw a glowing disc at the base of her neck. It possessed needles that dug into the skin, causing a mark to appear on her smooth skin. This mark was the only flaw he could see, in the otherwise perfect woman.
Shaking his head and snapping out of his daze, Mark finally needed to get down to business. He needed to find a place to sell his old weapon, find an information broker and find the underground fight clubs.
"Thank you for explaining how this telepathy works, but now I need to find a place to sell an old weapon. Do you know of anyone who would take something like that?"
"So, you need someone who will take a used weapon. I think I know someone." Walking away into the crowd, she motioned for Mark to follow closely behind her.
Sticking as close as he could, the couple walked past many stalls selling goods. The smell of delicious meat assaulted Mark's nose, trying to entice him to spend money he didn't have. The sound of people testing new weapons against new armour, attacking his ear drums, trying to take him away from his mission.
"You need to stay focused, we are almost there. I promise that this guy will give you a fair deal for you weapon." Communicating through their telepathic pathway, Abby encouraged Mark to stay with her and not wander away.
Strengthening his resolve, he continued following Abby towards a shabby looking shop in a dirty corner of the black market. Mark began to question whether Abby had taken him to the wrong shop, but his hunch was thrown out the window as she walked through the doors of the shop.
"Are you coming in?" Looking over her shoulder, she beckoned Mark inside the building.
Walking inside the building, Mark was immediately shocked to see the walls of the store coated in weapon and armour racks. Everywhere he looked, there was a piece of equipment that Mark had never see before. Armour that had spikes everywhere, whips that ended in a hook, even a dual sided sword.
"Impressive, ain't it kid?" A man with the tusks of an elephant approached the pair. Noticing that Mark's eyes glimmer with amazement ended up putting the man in a good mood. "I can tell that this is your first time here, you still have that look in your eyes."
Snapping out of his daze and looking at the burly man in front of him, Mark began to panic. "Hi, my name's Mark, I need to sell something here." Rushing his introductions, he realised his mistake before he could take anything back.
Bursting into laughter, the elephant Animen steadied himself using Mark's shoulder. "I like you kid, you're funny. Names Dante, I own the shop and everything in it." Calming his breathing, Dante began talking business with his new potential customer. "You came here to sell stuff, come with me to the front desk and I can see what your item is worth."
Walking through the store, Mark could see even more of the amazing things the store had to offer. He saw a multitude of different weapons and different armour types to fit the different races, and at one of the display stands he saw, what looked like, one of the telepathy devices.
When they finally arrived at the front desk, Dante moved behind and grabbed a set of tools he could use to inspect items.
"Alright kid, let's see what you got."