You pick out a bow, and some other goodies.

The items you touch send you tripping into all odd and interesting visions from conquering kingdoms to slaying monsters, to some even being killed in various horrible ways. Ones to avoid I expect. You muse over those. In addition you also are able to see exactly what they do for you. The first you decide you can't go without is a little silver ring that protects you from the cold, as well as any form of ice or frost attacks. The second that you instantly know you have to have, as the vision is one of you taking a massive sword blow to the right leg that sends you sliding across a stone floor, then rising bruised but otherwise unhurt, then as your hands fall away you have a flash of the same scene but ending with you lying in a pool of your own blood. They are clearly designed for a woman, and sexy. A pair of tall black boots that are so soft that they are almost more like stockings, but just hard enough to stay up that when you pull them on they cover most of your thighs, these then serve as the padding for 4 steel plates that strap in place to cover your thighs and shins. A bit more looking around, touching nearly every weapon especially, you finally find one that catches your attention. It is a composite longbow made of what seems to be lacquered wood and black horn, your vision tells you that it is enhanced for accuracy and amplifies the power of the user, which is cool, but what really draws you to it is as you are concentrating on what it will do for you, you see yourself fucking a beautiful short haired brunette. Along side this you find a small quiver that seems to hold only 7 or 8 arrows but your vision says that it in fact holds 10 times that number in a magical pocket of sorts, that also allows you to draw exactly which arrow you want if you have several different types in it. After filling it with a total of 20 arrows that burst into flame, 20 that explode, and 20 that are imbued with holy might to strike down demonic creatures, you are pretty sure you are just about at your limit of what you can afford. Walking back to the door to leave you go back over what is there to see if you can get anything else cheap enough to tack on and find one good melee weapon to take as well. It is a shiny silver curved blade weapon roughly 12” long, you believe is called a kukri, that your vision tells you is especially effective against undead creatures, as well as giving you the ability once a day to cure yourself of any form of disease or infection caused by one of these foul creatures. It is in a magical sheath that you know helps keep it extra sharp on a thin black leather belt you buckle around your waist.

Finally satisfied, yet still basically naked, you opt to head back out front to talk to the shop owner. “How about these?” You ask stepping through the doorway. He turns, after saying farewell to a pair of customers, and looks you over. “I guess I still need some clothing, but I think this is all I can afford, so I guess I'll use the coin you gave me for the swords for that.”

“Nice choices, and yes your sight is serving you well, I agree, you can have it all. In fact I will even give you this one item back, I suppose. If you promise to come back and shop here for all your magical needs.” Saying this he walks back over and holds out the tunic you wore in here.

“No thanks, I don't really want to keep any of that stuff.” Still figuring any of the stuff you stole on your escape would be a bad idea.

“Aah yes, well like I said, I actually see a lot of these in my line of work, people with sex slaves love them. He puts it in a drawer and pulls out a similar if slightly lower cut one that is an almost rust colored shade of red that has tiny sleeves with a little lighter colored ruffles at the bottom of the skirt, and end of the sleeves. “Here, this will look lovely with those boots.”

His complement catches you off guard and without even really thinking about what you are accepting you take the offered garment. “Thanks, I think you are right.” You say with a smile and slip on the garment, buckling the weapon belt over it once you have it on. “Well, I suppose I had better get going.” Still not sure how you are going to stop the man or monster you sort of helped release into this world. “I have a monster to stop.” With that he also hands you a little pouch holding the coins he paid you for the swords, that you tie to the belt next to your blade, and head out the door. The sun hits your face and you can see you have about two hours of light left of the day. “Guess I'll start my journey tomorrow. If I can figure out which way to go.” You say quietly looking around, when suddenly a flash of vision hits you. It is no where near as exacting or vivid like when you touched the items. All it is is a sense that the man you wish to stop is now several hundred miles to the north. You have no idea where exactly or even if you are right, just a sense of direction that you are sure is correct. “Cool. Let's try something else. I need a room for the night.” Concentrating on the words for a tiny second you know you have to go about 1000 yards east. With a smile you stroll down the stone streets, marveling at all the sights till you arrive at the obvious inn. The smell of cooking bacon hits you as you approach the door of the two story large wooden building. The closer you get the louder the sounds of laughter and a woman singing get, and as you reach out and grab the large metal handle of the door, it bursts open and a pair of drunk men stumble out, and with a level of athletics you weren't aware you possessed, you deftly do a flip back out of the way.

“Sorry sexy, here, have a drink on us.” One of them laughs and tosses you a nearly empty small metal cup of sweet smelling ale. You catch it deftly, not a drop spilling on you. “Nice catch.” He laughs again and the pair stroll out of sight. Suddenly nervous, you pause a second as the door clicks back closed suddenly not sure if you want to stay here.