“Bust?” He quirks up an eyebrow, even as he gets up to his feet again. So he supposes he’s looking for something in particular… If Tsukishima had to guess, he’d put it at just asking questions around town for the people who’d probably know the most. Inns and taverns probably get all sorts of weird people asking weird questions. Video game logic- get lore from chatting with random strangers. He never thought it’d really work in real life, but…. Real life has taken a strange turn.

Either way, he gives a nod and starts to head towards a certain little shop set up at the end of the street. Like so many of the buildings in Domina, it’s a pretty modest little place. Sturdy wood, a soft roof, and a sign that’s been hung in front of it that declares in big bold engraved letters that it’s a good all general store with weaponry for sale. True to its word, a few are even on display behind (barred) windows. Mark, in all his beetle armor glory, gives a cheery wave as Tsukishima and Sam step through the front door but doesn’t go over to them. It probably has something to do with how Tsukishima makes a beeline straight for where the weapons are. Teen on a mission, and all. All the weapons on display are fairly simple: swords of similar style although some lighter and others heavier, axes fitting for any barbarian while a few look small enough to throw, and even bows. Tsukishima gestures at them.

“They’re much more expensive than the food here… Think in the hundreds instead of two digits.”