The trader leaned over the counter with a grin. "Go on. Pick your poison, fella."
So... these were my options. I had one hundred and fifty Dungeon Coins. That meant I could buy both a new skill and a common sword.
Still, spending everything the moment I got it felt like a terrible idea.
After thinking it over for a few seconds, I decided to buy only the sword.
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CONFIRM PURCHASE?
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[YES] [NO]
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I pressed yes.
One of the swords leaning against the counter suddenly dissolved into glowing particles. The shimmering dust floated across the room before gathering in my hand, slowly taking shape until it became a real steel sword.
I gave it an experimental swing.
It wasn't anything fancy, but it felt solid enough.
"You sure that'll be all?" the trader asked with a smile. "You won't be seeing me again for another five levels."
"Yeah. I'm sure."
She nodded. "Then your next door is waiting."
