Buy it

'I'll take it,' you say as you take a few test swings. The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake. 'Holy shit!'

Xharlion scoffs and crosses his arms. "Of course you would be fascinated by something like that..."

"Jealous?" L'Arce asked with a smirk. "You know, we have fire enchanted bows in here." Xharlion visibly blanches.

"Bow?" He hisses. "What makes you think I use a bow? I'll have you know, I am a _very _experienced magi -- an immolation magi at that. I have no use for your pretty sparklers. I'm from the Galinal Tower, you know." L'Arce raises an eyebrow.

"Galinal Tower? If you're such a high and mighty tuuty totty magi, why the hell are you here in the middle of scenic nowhere with a 2-bit mercenary bodyguard -- ah...no offense, Yulrick." She looks at you and grins. You simply roll your eyes at her.

"He's not a 2-bit mercenary -- do you honestly believe I would hire someone who wasn- Why do you even - UGH! I can't stand elves!" Xharlion grunts angrily and throws his hands up in the air. Your eyebrows shoot up at that. "Hurry up and buy your sparkler and let's keep moving." Xharlion snarls. He steps away from the wagon and glares at L'Arce.

That was a weird outburst. You want to ask him what he meant about hating elves but stop yourself. The magi already looked like he was going to explode -- literally. You don't want to press your luck with the ticking time bomb. You decide to rush through the transaction, probably getting ripped off in the process, and you and he move on, leaving the two traveling merchants behind.

You glance at the seething redheaded magi and sigh.