Masrit wondered slowly around. Something was up but he didn't know what. Looking around at the stores and the people walking past he wondered where the weapon store was. He was new to this place, wondered in not too long ago. His clothes were ratty and covered with dust from the road and his pants were ripped in several places from the fights he had. He looked at the sword at his waist and lifted the hilt. It was pointless he knew since all there was is a bit of metal where the sword should have been. His time had been rough and now he needed something other then a sword to protect him.