Mass Mission

"Weapons would be better," Michael suggested. He needed a more effective weapon than the twin blades, especially since the system would be inactive for thirty days.

The three of them agreed and dropped their bags on the table. The man smiled. "Take a seat while you wait for it." The trio looked around, confused; there were no seats in sight.

He stretched his hands, and a wooden door opened, three stools flew out and positioned themselves behind them. They sat down immediately.

The crystal-filled bags began to rise into the air, and the crystals rolled out one by one, flowing into the fiery pit. The man then turned to them."What kind of weapon do you want?"

Blake replied instantly, "Can I add this to make a dragonslayer blade, or should I just add money?" He stretched his sword forward with a grin. The man collected the sword and tossed it into the flames, then turned to the other two.

"I'll just take a foxfire blade. Is that possible?" Cole asked.