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"I Need it for cutting, I need a strong knife that won't bend or break easily. I also would like it if it could channel a little magic, but not much. It doesn't have to channel, but would be better if it could," Graros answered, in a half specific manner. He was really thinking about what he had just heard, and wondering why a member of the Council would be down here.

Adan sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall. "You mean, you don't want a piece of s**t?" he asked, tired of the vaguries. "Here." He handed him a simple but stong knife with a curved blade and handle designed to make the most of whatever cutting action you used it for. It was made of a metal that could channel a little, and it hadn't taken Adan long to find it. He told him the price and said, "that's the knife for you."

Adan crossed his arms and regarded the man suspiciously. "What did you say your name was? and this shop is which way?" Maybe he would check it out later. Except for being annoyed with Graros for being vague, he did seem like a friendly, charasmatic, even if a bit cautious sort of man. His clothes were loose in an open and friendly way, as if he had either nothing or everything to hide but either way he didn't mind making friends. He had talked reasonably to the woman before Graros.

Still, maybe he had known her already and just pretended not to. Maybe it was better to try to get him for drinks or something later and get a better feel for him. "...And did you need anything else?" he added.

Adan watched him leave then, seeing that there was no one else in the store or coming in, he locked the door and flipped the sign: closed. He had certainly recieved enough pay, enough to risk annoying a customer or two until some one came in to relieve him. And really, did his boss have to know about this? He was seriously considering lying about the money paid and the deed done, telling just enough to explain the missing knife.

He went into the store's storage and spent at least an hour picking out an appropriate knife and other things he needed, then left the store (locked) for his own place, which was small but quiet. This way he might lie to his boss later and say that he had been sick. He stopped on his way home to look at Graros' place from a distance. He noted exactly where it was, and decided that he might come back if he finished the knife early.

(should I have him coming back to graros' place towards nightfall? I don't want to jump too far ahead of the other characters)

Adan rested for a short while after completing his work. He redressed himself but without a mirror where he lived, he couldn't tell that he still looked tired. He could guess that this was how he looked, so he thanked his lucky stars that dusk was about to fall. By the time he got to Graros' shop he was feeling better any way. He didn't bother hanging back from a distance to see who was around before he approached. It was too close to the time he needed to drop off his commission.

He looked quickly for Graros instead.

"Not a busy night, eh?" he asked as he was let in, shuffling underneath the light robe he had worn. It may have felt light to him, but it had enough material to fold in on itself and generally hide his form. That was probably a way to carry weapons at night that may or may not be illegal. Night time, of course, was more dangerous, and if one could confuse an attacker or surprise him, one was better off. Adan seemed prepared for that, but in a way that came more from habit than from conscious thought this night.

He was weary of Graros, but not afraid yet. "When do you close? I don't mean to keep you from going home." His eyes did not meet the other man's directly yet because he was looking around the shop, this made plain enough by the fact that his hood was down and not up to conceal his face.

He shrugged, then lied the way people do to make their world seem more rosy than it currently is. Strain is temporary, optimism is forever. "Oh, I'm fine. I finished most of my work so I had nothing to do." He added that 'most' in so that he could take his leave later in order to meet up with that strange woman.

"What about you? Was business good today?" he asked, returning the small talk. Half the time, though, when people asked how you were they did not wait for the answer. Even close aquaintances, friends on occasion, would make that sort of egotistical idiom out of an otherwise congenial question.

"Nah, Only the few people that come for flowers, that kind of thing. Someone almost wanted some stuff enchanted, but they changed their mind. Mostly I just worked in the lab, out back. Would you like to see it?" Graros needed to show him a few things, get him used to the place before he asked about recruitment. He could show the boy the serious stuff while he thought about the offer. "By the way, what's your name?" Graros asked curiously.