You seem drawn to a few items.

It takes a while picking through all of the different weapons before you finally find something that feels just right. As you pick up a long thin double bladed sword with a cross shaped hand guard and a single piece that guards the hand, it just seems to fit. A couple of swipes in the air and the blade's magic springs to life. The blade glows ever so slightly and you can feel the weapon drawing the cold from the air as it heats up. “Very cool.” Slipping it back in it's sheath, the warmth remains, but as you set it on the table it fades and the winter chill returns. Next you turn your attention to armor, and it takes a while before you find something that isn't to heavy or restricts your movement. Finally you find just the suit. It is an odd mix of leather and plate, but it fits perfectly and looks pretty good, you have to admit. It starts with a pair of painted on tight reddish brown leather pants that lace tight around the ankles and lace up tight in front with a leather flap below the laces, overall they sit very low on your hips, covering just the top of your ass crack. Once they are on, you know no one would be able to guess you have a cock, as a side note. There are also a pair of metal shin guards that strap in place on your legs as well. In the pile with them are a pair of shoes that make you laugh thinking of walking around in them, but just for the hell of it you try them on, as they seem to go with the armor, so if you buy it you figure they will be yours anyway. They are a pair of open toe sandals with platform 6” heels, that strap up your feet pretty tight ending at a spiked strap that circles your ankle, and to your shock they are actually pretty comfortable, and surprisingly easy to walk in. The heel is a solid piece that is rather wide, which is why you guess they work so well. Next you pull on the top. It is a tiny shirt that barely covers your tits, in fact you are pretty sure when you move they will lift enough to see the bottoms of them. Over that is a Chain mail top that is made up of rings nearly an inch in diameter that covers your arms, chest and back, stopping right at the navel so a couple of inches above the pants and below the shirt are bare, and of course the top is actually rather easy to see through. Last are a few final touches, a spiked dog collar, that matches the strap around your ankles, as well as a pair of fingerless gloves that have matching spikes around the wrists and metal plates on the knuckles for punching.

Dressed and feeling a bit naughty, you strap on the belt with the sword, and instantly you warm up nicely. You next turn your attention to ranged weapons, looking for a good longbow, like your other body had, but none of them really feel right so you give up on that and look for other options. As soon as you spot a rather unique looking weapon, you know you have found what you are looking for. A small but powerful looking hand held crossbow that is loaded with a pair of bolts, cocks both with a single pull of a leaver, and has two triggers close together so you can fire either one at a time or at once using two fingers. As you pick it up and the small leg quiver that holds 20 of the small heavy bolts in rows of five, you also notice it seems to have been used by the same person as the armor as the quiver and crossbow both have little hooks for them on your upper right leg. “Hey, did the same person sell both of these?” You ask the man that is now impatiently waiting for you to decide.

He looks up from the drink he was pondering over while he waited. “What?” Blinking twice he looks you over, “Huh, ya in fact all of those stuff were brought in here a few days ago by an old lady. She said something about her son not needing these anymore, but I didn't pay it much mind as it is all lady stuff.” You describe the witch for him, and he agrees that might have been who it was. “Was that the same witch you dealt with?”

“Ya, it was. How odd.” You state, but you are pretty sure they must have belonged to this body before. “What a bitch.” You return to where your stuff is on the table finally, and ask, “So what do you think? Can we make some kind of a deal?” You really wish you knew how much any of this was worth, but figure you will just have to trust him.

He looks it all over, pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill pen, and does some quick figuring. Finally scratching his chin he answers, “Well I wish I wasn't so honest, I'd just say yes. As is I suppose I will have to give you something more.” He fishes around then pulls out something, “Here take this also.” He hands you an odd looking piece of cloth with 5 little clamps that each hold a metal vial that has a cork sealing it. “These little babies sell pretty well, each of these is a strong healing potion right now, but the vials themselves are strong, so after you use them, you can refill them later if you find some more, or have someone with magic make some for you, this way you don't have to worry about dropping those glass vials most folks use. Plus one more thing, here it is a little pouch,” He says handing you what looks like a rather small purse that has a large flap closure, “It looks small right, but it can hold 50 lbs of gear and still weigh only a pound.” Last he tosses in a small stack of gold and silver coins, “I see ya don't got money so I'll finish the deal with 7 gold and 39 silver. Deal?”

“Sounds good to me.” You say as you pull the potion holder on your belt, then you loop the satchel like purse over your head and arm and as a last thought, lean in and give him a soft little kiss on the cheek. “Thanks. You are the first person to be nice to me since I got here.” With a sexy wiggle thanks in part to your new high heeled shoes, you throw on your big fur cloak and head out, far warmer than before. “Now to find somewhere to spend the night and get something to eat.”