Vincent had been traveling the world for several months now and in his time had never needed much more than the rusty dagger and clothes on his back to fight and hunt to survive. However, times were getting more and more dangerous and he had to make sure he could protect himself and Skylily should they come across anything dangerous. It was time to venture into the market, a place Vincent would rather not be during anytime of the day. So many loud people handling money and screaming out prices as they bartered, wasn't his cup of tea. However, Skylily was still sleeping at the inn and he needed this equipment. So with the 250 coins from home, he had with him since leaving, weighing down his pockets, he walked up to the smithery and grabbed the clerk's attention. I'm in need of heavy armor and a sword, something light, one-handed, a long sword would be preferable.
