[it doesn't take Akira long to pick out a moderately-sized combat dagger from the rack. something with a thin blade that balances easily against his fingers, like the one he had back home. once its chosen, the way he flips it in his hand also speaks of confidence, and it isn't long before he casually and easily slips the weapon into his belt. he already feels better knowing that it's at his side]

[he hadn't really thought about the others at the Invincible, but Riku brings up a good point? with a curious noise, Akira's eyes scan the rest of the weapons. the swords, spears, bow and arrows, axes. . . he has no idea what kind of weapons those back at the Invincible are used to fighting with, so he should probably grab a variety just in case. right?]

Got a point there. I can be like the Santa Claus of spiky and pointy things.

[. . . so Akira's totally going to reach for an axe. a very heavy axe that he has sssssome trouble lifting because he is a rogue not a warrior and pure strength isn't his forte]

Why'd you decide to come here instead of the tavern, anyway?