Arroving at the store, Kenji and the rest of the group immediately walked up to the Calgroth, their expressions unpleasant.
For the Calgroth, whose nameplate read "Gorvan," didn't even flinch as Kenji approached, slamming the broken remnants of the sword onto the counter. "What kind of scam are you running here?" Kenji demanded, his voice laced with anger and annoyance.
Who sells such useless products for such high prices?!
six hundred coins!
He had bought it for six hundred coins and with just one swing of the sword onto a tree, the weapon shattered!
Gorvan raised a stony eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. His skin, rough and jagged like cooled magma, shimmered faintly in the sunlight. "Scam?" he rumbled, his voice gravelly and unimpressed. "What scam?"
"This sword!" Kenji snapped, pointing at the broken blade. "It shattered on the first swing! You sold me junk!"
