Liam's gaze was stuck to a well guarded shop in the distance.
It was the only establishment that looked vastly better and more polished than the surrounding buildings, and Liam knew it had something to do with the contents they sold.
Before he could delay himself any further, Liam approached the shop.
Instantly, the two guards spotted him and grew weary, their hands tightly gripping to inscribed spears.
"State your name and business," one of the two demanded, his tone laced with predetermined battle intent.
"Nick. I just have a few items I want to sell," Liam responded, flashing the many space rings on his fingers.
It didn't help that the hood and unkempt appearance made him look more like a vagrant than a rich noble.
The two guards slowly eased up, making way for him to enter.
"Thank you."
Liam entered the shop, noticing the countless inscribed weapons and pieces of armor displayed.
