Arabelle

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"...No customers?" It had only been a couple days since her last visit, but the appraiser immediately shot up from her chair and greeted her with an eagerness that almost left Arabelle with the impression that she was the best thing that happened to An today. (Considering the lack of unidentifieds and junk piling the corners of the shop, she probably was.) "You used to have so many." "Ehe-- n-not really? I only had one other and," she followed Andromeda's glance to a small square of space miraculously spared from her habit of collecting useless clutter, and she returned to

12000 | (15) Teleport Crystal 15000 | (15) Golden Key 90000 | (300) Materials 117,000 Col

just the hate triangle.

Exactly what she wanted. “Bless your luck,” Arabelle sighed, “Pick the DoT.” The reroll window disappeared as the appraiser finalized the selection, and Arabelle took the weapon back into her hands. She’d had Andromeda replace the second [Keen] slot with an enhancement awarded by a spare etching in her inventory, and while she still wasn’t entirely satisfied with it, [Ode to Endless Time] should let her deal a little more damage on top of working decently with her current build. Andromeda fidgeted behind the counter. “D-do you like it?” “Mm. Realistically, this is the best

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He finished it in less than a day. Perfect. Arabelle waved off the message, its contents mostly forgotten until she started doing her rounds an hour before sunset. Finding Bahr’s shop was easy; she wandered the same street every time she paid the artisan next door a visit, and considering how fickle she was with her build and her own penchant for staring at pretty things that sparkled, she had been around to do business more than once. She pushed the door open just as the tailor received her scheduled response message. “Hello!” the player greeted, her gaze immediately sear

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She didn’t have to live test her new weapon to decide two out of its three enhancements were not to her liking. She just didn’t. So out of [The Black Odyssey] she went. …And straight into another appraiser’s closed shop. The entrance was an easy bypass; being a secondhand lot that was practically on the verge of falling apart, a lot of things didn’t function as they should in Andromeda’s shop – and one of those happened to be the lock. Wiggle the doorknob a little and it comes free. A dragged-out creak followed the swing of the front door, and Arabelle’s ashen eyes were greeted with

The world may have ended and been almost completely remade only a week prior, but one fact would never change. Arabelle was a bit of an unreasonable customer. An hour before [The Black Odyssey] was slated to close on an… ordinary day, the woman passed by on a casual stroll and noticed the fluorescent light bleeding from its windows. For whatever reason, the catlike appraiser had once offered her a scythe: one reminiscent of a victorian style (if she could use architecture to describe weapons), and a clock laid at its heel, counting time with the aid of a magical blue gem. She hadn’t