Cain smiled softly, as he slid through the pulsing crowd. A beautiful city, one he was very glad to be a part of. He was a healer and Kane was his Guardian, the illusionist, the warder. They would need weapons though, to stop this fire-thingy, or whatever they were doing. Not that he really cared, he just wanted to help. He rubbed his scar and fluffed his hair, and walked to a vendor nearby, looking at the weapons. “Can I have that whip?” he asked softly, showing his missing tooth, “And that book please?”
He paid for a three foot bladed whip and a book on anatomy; he loved books like that, it helped him learn to heal. He placed them in his bag and put his white cloak in to, knowing that Kane wouldn’t question it. He closed his eyes and when they opened, instead of pale blue they were vibrant green.
Kane looked around the market place warily, knowing danger could be around every corner. He was going to help a mage, or the mage would kill him. Anything to survive. He turned and walked into a dark vendor, darkness was safety. “Whatcha got?” he asked coldly, his voice near a whisper.
“A hammer, blood it and it’s yours forever,” the old man with missing teeth croaked, “It’s heavy but when you blood it you won’t feel the weight.”
“…” Kane gave the old man some money, the stuff he had been saving and gently took the knife the old man gave him. He let three drops fall to the hammer and watched it glow eerily. He walked out, the hammer on his shoulder. As soon as he got out there a young woman saw him and pet his head. Immediately, he flinched and his eyes snapped to blue. Cain smiled, the hammer slightly heavier than it was for Kane, and said, “Have a good day Madame,” then ran towards the town centre to see if there was any other adventurers there yet.