Something New | Tristan

Melanie walked through the mall in search of a new weapon. An associate of hers had suggested trying out the shop ran by one of Hephaestus' younger sons, some guy named Tristan Hill. The outside of the shop was simple, we she respected. She half expected to be walking into a mechanics shop from the look of the racks, but it worked. The floor was devoid of human life, so she took the opportunity to shop around unhindered. 

He had been in the back room when his alarm system alerted him to a new customer's presence. Finishing up with the paperwork he had been working on, Tristan rolled his chair back a few feet and sighed. It was a beautiful day and he would much rather be outside on his bike than messing with customers and paperwork. He had an obligation to his business though, so he would wait until closing time to leave and have his fun.

Finally motivating himself to leave the back room, Tristan walked through the small door to see a younger woman browsing near a selection of daggers. Her posture suggested Garrison training, so he assumed she would be looking for something specific, if not custom. "Hello there. May I help you with something?" He inquired politely. Not knowing whether or not she was one of those ex-roman legionaries, he decided that the formal approach would be more appropriate than a relaxed greeting.