Arthur needed something that won't break down over time.
As he made it to the merchant clearly.
The merchant studied him carefully, his eyes sharp with curiosity. He had seen many customers, many fighters, many elemental users, but something about Arthur's tone carried a quiet certainty.
"Young man," the merchant said slowly, "a dagger suited for elemental conduction, especially fire, is not something common."
Arthur expected that answer.
"But," the man continued, a small smile forming, "you are extremely lucky today."
Arthur's brows lifted slightly.
The merchant turned and walked deeper into his stall, moving toward a locked section where higher quality items were displayed. After a moment, he returned with a single dagger.
It wasn't flashy.
No glowing runes. No decorative gems or elaborate design.
