"Um...I am not sure how to say this," Aira begins, talking nervously to the shop keeper. "The only reason I attempted to steal from you is, I am in dire need of a bow, mine was broken by an elf that we fought. "Hey Sappar, what are you holding to that guys neck." He says.
Aira turns around hearing scuttling footsteps, "Salestor, what are you looking for, Cuz all we got here is a lot of bows and one pissed of shop keeper."