Varian Alaric
R A V E N
Varian Alaric "Corvus"Mercenary | Gun for Hire | Bounty Hunter
Location: Coruscant, Caspak Boulevard
Status: Curious
Interacting With: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
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Large signs with aurebesh lettering reflected soft orange light onto the boulevard they were situated above of, casting the street in a limelight of orange and yellows alongside the whites of bulbs and other artificial lights. Below the large marketplace signs, men and women of all races, creeds, and sexes milled about looking for things to buy to suit their fancy. From exotic foods such as Mon Calamari squid to Dathomir dream catchers to various miscellaneous other objects all of different makes and designs from all across the Galaxy which now found their home at the trade capital of the Galaxy, Courscant. One could find almost anything their heart so desired in this place, at least, almost always they could though that was never a definite for anyone or any-person.
Varian found himself at a market stall, his blue eyes looking over the trinkets which were neatly arranged atop of the metal table of the street market stand. The metal helmet hid his features from any who dared to look upon him, though despite such a thing, his curiosity and interest was easily apparent even with the protective shield of the metal mask that he wore to hide himself from all. On the table lied an assortment of daggers, all of which were made out of unique materials. One in particular was of interest to Corvus, it's blade was made of a turquoise crystal that was sharpened to a point yet still had the rough grafts and crafts of freshly cut crystal that was hewn from rock. It was stored in a glass container with a key-hole, signifying it's own importance and value alone by being protected by such a case. Alaric figured the container was made of some hardy metal that he knew not, simply glass alone could nor house such an intriguing and valuable commodity. The turquoise crystal seemed to glow, swirls of blues and blue-greens jumping out under the surface of the blade, giving it an ethereal glow as if such a dagger, such a tool, was not of this world.
"Sir, I see that you are taking a liking to this dagger here. Would you like to hold it? Buy it?"