"Some nice stuff in here, Broekslang was sitting on a money pile. I can't see the full info. Is there anything worth mentioning, Lucy?" Wardi was excited about the prospects of free goods.

"Ostendo!" Lucy called out. Various symbols emerged from her hands, and the items in the cart glowed as the art took effect. "It's full of class-specific things mainly, though maybe we can get permissions to sell or trade what isn't good for us?" Lucy replied. Wardi, however, had his attention on an unusual box at the bottom of the pile. It was exceptionally long, the type that could hold a claymore in length, and intricate wooden etchings seemed to be carved into it: Alberto, Tomas, Jerry.

"Ah, you have found one of the lord's most valuable antiques. It is ancient for a weapon, he said it's been passed down through his family for hundreds of years, it came from …République Française?" he tried to say with an interesting accent. Lucy saw Wardi's face, his mouth open, and his eyes so wide, it took him several seconds to compose himself.

"That's incredible, it's hundreds of years old! The republic transitioned to a monarchy in 1525 when Joan-Marie Von led an uprising against the corrupt government, and the people demanded that she become the queen." "Amazing…if I remember the story properly…" Wardi began speaking, but I had to stop him "Do you need to talk so much? My head is throbbing mate!" I interjected.

"Oi you, less of that cheekiness!" but I quickly responded to his verbal jab, "Her name was Marie-Joan ya wet flannel, at least get the facts right before you give me an earful." I retorted at him. "…Oh yeah, well anyway, this must have been the famous sword shared among the three musketeers that fought and died alongside her,"

That must have been a logistical nightmare when fighting, having to pass it around, how did they manage to fight with one sword between three people, I thought to myself whilst accidentally laughing aloud.

"Bb-but why share it between three!? That doesn't make any sense !? You Terrahuumes had some strange ways of thinking in your world." Said Lucy, her brain dissolving the longer she had to hear about the story.

"Just different times, can't imagine a sword like that came cheap. They probably had some sort of arrangement ready to sell it on if one was left standing after the fighting," said Wardi blankly.

Wardi opened the box gently, as whatever lay inside, the utmost care and respect should be given for such a timeless piece. The box creaked open, there lay a rotten velvet lining that covered the hilt of what was once a sword. Only a small bit of shaft remained. "Are you kidding me!" shouted Wardi. He and I had a case of the giggles that descended into physically exhausting wheezing from how hard we laughed.

"What's so funny?" Lucy said, getting annoyed at us. Horace walked over and burst out laughing yet somehow and managed to say to Lucy "Lucy YOU GOT to see it!" she walked over and was more fixated by the rotten velvet that contained within at first eventually not before eventually managing to pry her eyes from the rot, to the sight of the broken rapier. She snorted, and the words "Oh my, have you read the description, Wardi?

"It says 'Defeat eight worthy opponents to unlock the rapier's true potential – side effect: the victories will only count if the sword is used to defeat the opponent. What's so bad about it?" he asked Lucy.

"Not that one, the other side effect!" she shouted and giggled. "I don't see anything else, why? What can you see? Is it bad?" he said with a concerned tone. "It says:

*Hidden effect – This sword forces the user to shout 'I have a cocktail sausage' when it senses a worthy opponent. The higher the worthiness of the opponent, the greater the shout*

Once again, Horace and I felt the uncontrollable laughter and the lung pain that comes with it. Lucy joined us for a moment in the laughter. Wardi, however, had a face like thunder. "Who makes this stuff!?" Wardi furiously shouted and continued dragging Horace into his explosiveness.

"Horace has something worthwhile with no weird effects, meanwhile num-nuts over here, has to risk getting a swift vaporisation if I happen to be near something or someone, I DON'T WANT TO BE NEAR for a probably NOT SO GREAT REWARD" he shouted whilst slamming the box and its contents to the floor.

"That's not the right attitude, man, just think how great it will be to finally have a normal sausage instead of a cocktail one," I said, causing Horace to snort. And I quickly ran off before Wardi took the chance to pelt me with something. I could tell Lucy's innocence made that joke go over her head, but Horace refused to comment.

"Anyway!" I shouted as I ran off, "Maybe you won't ever have to use it. Most of the rankers we come across have been super high up and take no notice of us at all, and they aren't usually anywhere near where we head. There's a good chance you can clear the request just fighting the odd nasty or two between now and whenever ya know?" My words echoed through the largely open hallway to the elements hallway. "GET TEH FAYCK" was all Wardi could be bothered to shout at me.

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I walked towards Rhua's location and noticed Silana had begun making her way to the armoury. Calling out to her, she turned and waved and headed with her towards it. As we got close, we could hear Rhua and Hans talking.

"Seems I don't have to think too hard on what suit of armour I should pick from. The Fabled Hussars' Gilatinum Full Plate. I'm afraid of it, though. I'm not sure if it's worth taking," Rhua said, cautiously examining the piece.

"Oh? I'm afraid I cannot see what it says, milady. Is there an issue with the set? Hans squawked aloud. "Sorry, old habits die hard, milady," he apologised after his birdlike noises flew out.

Rhua nodded in acknowledgement of the apology. She then told him the issue:

*This armour cannot be freely used; a cooldown of 24 hours must pass before it can be removed or equipped again.

Marks the owner with the permanent effect 'I've got something you don't have,' those easily tempted by all things shiny…and ridiculously expensive… may attempt to fight you for it.

Decreases all damage received by 40%.

Movement speeds increased by 50%.

If sold or destroyed, this effect is removed*

"As long as I have it, I'll suffer. I don't think it's worth the hassle. I know I may be at the forefront for everything, it scares me to think I could end up facing a continuous barrage of bull every day, how will I have time to rest if not in a safety zone for example, out in the wilds especially I'd be fair game; everyone in the party would be" her expression spoke volumes, a somber yet sad face, the weight of a world was on her shoulders, Hans thought to himself.

I stood shaking my head, even now her self-esteem is still not reflective of how our situations have played out, I thought. Silana wandered over to Rhua, yet she didn't flinch. Again, the hallmark of someone who's lived to tell a tale or two. Unflinching and stubborn grit through practice. "Don't matter who fights you, you not alone. Your friends, they be there, next to you," she said cheekily with a big grin.

Rhua was surprised, but the smile she made shifted her heaviness away. "Thanks Silana," she said, ruffling her hair and bringing Silana in for a hug. "That feels nice," she giggled to herself. "I'll make a chevalier out of you yet, little missy. You better be ready," Rhua shouted Yeah! And Silana copied her shouting, trying to match the volume.

"I'm heading back to the others. Let me fill you in on Wardi's newfound destiny in life," I said to her, and she kicked my rear with her solleret, "Stop being a wind-up merchant!" she said to me, "Ok, but I'm still telling you,".

"I hear you have a problem with a small shaft?" cackled Rhua to Wardi. Wardi, facing his problem head on, whipped El Stubbochubbo out and waved it at Rhua, "HA-HA-HA, oh look someone not worthy, SHAME!" Before putting it back in the makeshift sheath. "I just couldn't help myself!" Rhua said, still giggling, Silana smiled, but didn't get the joke.

"While you immature oafs were laughing and avoiding the tasks at hand, I already spoke with Broekslang, and he said to do what we see fit with the cart items. So I took the initiative of analyzing what could be useful, and put it into individual bags for you all, and sold what wasn't useful. AND I already gathered half an XL barrel's worth of the sap from the markets, YOU'RE WELCOME, "Lucy was nothing but annoyed with us.

"Ahh Lucy, - I was going to send some of the cart items to Fijetta through the porter box" Wardi moaned aloud, "OH NO!" replied Lucy, the waterworks began, and Lucy apologised, quivering as she said it "I'm sorry I forgot all about the porter box! I'll get it all back I promise" she sobbed aloud. "Don't worry about it, I'll come with you. I don't want them to swindle you for more than what they offered. As they walked away, it was finally starting to dawn on me that the entranceway, where all of this went to the gutter, used to be here. The grandness no longer stood, only remnants of walls, dusty marbled pillars and the beautiful chandelier that once dangled above was in pieces around our feet, being replaced by a moggy grey sky.

I remembered The Obelisk Eight…. Reaching into my bag, I summoned one of the obelisks at random. The one that appeared had the slightest tinge of pale blue, and the liquid inside appeared to be swirling slowly and mesmerising. I realised when I rotated the obelisk, it had the mark of water on it or rather some sort of variation of it.

Seven droplets of water spread out like a smile as I've always seen it but then two hands either side of it were present, the left side held closed in a fist with the ring and middle fingers palm side facing up and out, the right side an open hand but the back of the hand was facing out. Hmm, I can't say I've ever seen an Art user form their hands like that, when casting something water-related or any other art for that matter. I thought, though let's be real at this point, does it seem like I pay attention to the back line…nope! I'll have to ask Larry or Lucy about someone who knows about the history of Arts.

Speaking of Lucy, I almost forgot that she bagged up some stuff for me. Bless her, she even left a note on the outside of the bag for information:

*Emp's hairpin –+5% Strength, glows blue when a snob head appears, further increasing strength +30%*

*Squitos daggers – Drain foes, REDACTED +5% attack damage*

*King of the dominions ring – All damage received -10% Not wearable by heavily armoured classes*

Those daggers can replace the ones I had; I'll give them a try next time something fleshy picks a fight. Combined with the ring and a super bonus from the hairpin, the off chance a snob head picks a fight, they're probably getting demolished Z-Z-ZINGERONI! I thought, and lastly, 150000 HFCs, marvellous; that will last me a while.

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