Liam tested the weight of the new longsword in his grip, giving it a few slow swings. It felt lighter but sharper, the balance perfect. His old sword, worn from battles and dulled at the edges, simply couldn't compare. He turned to the shopkeeper.
"How much will you give me for this one?" Liam asked, holding up his old blade.
The shopkeeper examined it, running a finger along the blade. "Hmph. It's seen better days, but it's still serviceable. I'll give you three gold for it."
"Four," Liam countered.
The shopkeeper smirked. "Three and a half."
Liam sighed and nodded, handing over the sword and accepting the few extra coins. He then secured his new weapon to his belt, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Sophia adjusted the reinforced gauntlets on her hands, flexing her fingers. The metal plates along the knuckles felt solid, and she had no doubt they'd amplify the force behind her strikes. "I like these," she said. "They're sturdy."
