A pair flew towards the hillside where the clanging could be heard. One was a wyvern, the other a rider. The rider wore a sea blue armor, while weilding her signature lance in one hand, Vidofnir, the lance of Wings. The rider with the green hair landed, and the patter of boots sounded through the shop soon like rain. A soft ring sounded, the bell ringing once the doors opened, and the wooden floor had the footsteps against it. The figure admired the lances on the walls, but all of them seemed basic. Nothing special, basic weapons for footsoldiers. She didn't even pay attention to the swords, she wasn't a sword person. Wyvern riders fought with the lance, and very occasionally the axe. She didn't pay too much attention to the armors, but did give them a look or two, considering she needed a stronger set, but armor wasn't her thing. She had a special ability that worked instead of armor.
The form stopped once she reached the counter, and marveled the pieces on the wall. The special ones, without a price. The wallet she had was completely filled, so she was sad when she saw a nice lance she could have bought. But no price tag meant that they held some sort of sentimental value. But that mattered not, all that mattered was the chime right then.
That one single ring was followed by some words. "I don't think it's safe to allow your merchandise to go umattended! But uh... Hey! I heard this place was hiring! Mind if I can speak with a manager or something!?" she slightly joked, but was actually serious. She wanted a job, for some decent jewels on the side.