IC: SuraleSurale stepped into the weapons shop, knowing she wanted a sword. But which one?"Hello there!" The shopkeeper, a Ga-Matoran greeted her. She showed some shock at the wounds, but didn't voice it."I need a weapon," Surale said. The Ga-Matoran looked her up and down before nodding."I know just the one," she said. Running into the back, she could be heard rummaging for a bit, before carrying out a large one-handed sword. The blade went from top to bottom, and the handle was behind the blade, towards the bottom. It did look perfect."I'll take it. What do I owe you?" Surale asked. The Ga-Matoran thought for a moment before saying "2,000 widgets." Surale winced as she pulled out her last widgets, and handed them to the shopkeeper. The Matoran gave her a cheerful 'good-bye' as she walked over to put the money in her register. Surale strapped the sword to her back as she walked out. Now to find a charitable hospital, or she'd have to deal with her wounds until they got to Po-Koro...