Reidar watched the elevator doors slide open. The top floor spread out before them—part trading post, part armory.
Behind the counter stood Zix, the vendor. He looked up as they entered, and his face split into a wide grin.
"Well, well, well!" Zix said, spreading his arms in an expansive gesture. "If it isn't the heroes of Creamont themselves! I heard what you did to those War Hound bastards, and you pushed the Church of Unbinding right out of the city too! That takes serious spine, my friends. Serious spine!"
Reidar gave a curt nod, not interested in prolonging the pleasantries. "We did what needed doing."
"Modest too," Zix said with a laugh. "I like that. So, what brings you to my humble establishment? Looking to celebrate your victory with some new toys?"
Reidar nodded. "I need gear. And skills. Summoning skills specifically. Tier 30 and higher."
