“Don’t you have anything more flamboyant and less... broken?” It wasn’t an intentional attempt at insulting his merchandise, it was modest and also pretty looking but not what she had in mind for her party. 

A shop of antiquities were the least likely place to visit for him, mainly when it was found between the border of Paralia and Kairos -- a distinctive feature aside its constant like any other places, he never worried about those details nor its content but he felt drawn to this place and often tried to not delve further in said topic.

Scurrying inside in silence, he didn't direct a single word to announce his presence. He took this long trip from the city to watch the small display of swords the shopkeeper offered for whoever was interested, something he used to do when he was much younger and still lived in Paralia. Admiration surged and solace was found in the brilliance of each blade. They were mere adornments, useless objects that no one in their right mind would buy unless they could waste money on something similar.

His visit would not be lasting, if anything, he only wanted to leave soon as possible and go unnoticed. He stood there, trying to find them but in the process his back hit against a counter, shaking it slightly until a single porcelain cup fell on the ground -- irrupting silence that once reigned with its shattering noise.