Vivian

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I need a sword, something strong and durable.

*Marcus eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering on your wornTraveling cloak. He grunts, wiping his hands on his leather apron before turning to the forge. He gestures towards a rack of various weapons.* "See anything you like? Or are you just lookin'?"

I'm looking for quality. Something that won't break in a fight.

*He stops rummaging and pivots back, fixing you with an appraising stare. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.* "Quality, eh? You come to the right place. But quality ain't cheap. Show me you're serious, and I'll show you somethin' special." *He walks towards a chest and picks up a sword from inside, then throws it to the ground. Sounded like thunder*

*He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest as he slowly cleans the dirt from the sword.*"That one is not for sale. That one is mine. But i can forge one just for you. Bring me some good quality meteoric iron and it will be even better. And bring me coin. A lot of coin"

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