Renard had just left The Misty Tree, he had a bright smile on his face as he had just got some of his money back from that barkeep.

After Renard had told the bar keep about the door some boisterous laughter was heard from the loyal patrons of the tavern who were still drinking at mid-day. After Renard's repetitive pestering at the bar keep, he decided to go and have a look at the door just to make him be quite.

'Hehehe, the look on his face was priceless, he simply couldn't fathom out what had happened to the door.' Renard thought to himself.

Once the bar keep was upstairs it took him few minutes of observation and some physics defying theories of how the door was taken. Yet the barkeep could only decide that the door must have been stolen. The bar keep thought that it must have been Renards who took the door but he had no proof. All of that lead to the bar keep having to give Renard 5 silver for his troubles. After Renard received the money the bar keep's face had bulging veins all over it. He regretted taking Renard as a customer.

Reward was most definitely happy. He had worked out a way to convert the systems error and turn it into profit. This was the beginning of a new era for Renard, countless possibilities were now open to him. 'So what if the system is broken, as long as I can turn these errors into money I can fuel my life here.'

A few residents of the town brushed passed Renard as they walked on the street, still milling around with their daily tasks. It looked like Renard was a rock breaking that broke the flow of a river.

At this moment, Renard was looking around at the stalls and shops, he needed to find somewhere that sold what he was looking for, both a weapon and armour. There were various shops littered around selling a stray weapon or piece of armour however, most were either incomplete, damaged or lacked in quality.

As Renard strolled around he noticed a few more inns around, these inns had their prices on sign boards outside. After looking at few more of these inns he had realised that his room was a lot more expensive than these ones. If Renard had checked the sign outside of The Misty Tree the prices were clearly shown and they were a lot less than what he paid. A normal person would have worked out that he had been scammed however, Renard just thought, 'These other places must be absolute dumps if this is what they cost because my room isn't even that amazing.'

In the back of his mind Renard knew that he had been scammed but his self confidence had become very fragile over these two days, he couldn't let something new effect his mental state as well. It's not like he hadn't been scammed in his previous life. He even once fell for a scam saying he had been in a car crash when he only owned a scooter.

Fortunately for Renard as his life progressed, he began to realise scams more often and learnt how to avoid them. The only reason he got scammed was because he trusted that the people in this new world weren't as horrible as the ones in his old one. However, he neglected to realise that humans are humans no matter where they are and that anyone can be bad and anyone can be good. It would have been wise for Renard to work that out sooner.

Once Renard dismissed the prices on the inns, he had walked to the town square next to the fountain. He knew that he would be able to find what he needed in Kyle's shop but he really didn't want to risk going in there and seeing the old man. He did want to be friends with the old man but it was best that he stay away while the old man was infatuated with him.

On the opposite side of the fountain diagonal to Kyle's store was the smallest building in the square, on the side it read, Beth's Gear. Renard knew instantly that this must be a good place and decided to enter, it didn't have much advertisement outside but through the door were multiple sets of armour that armour racks lined racks, from leather to iron. All the sets were in a complete condition and gave off a strong and solid aura. Renard felt that even his knife would do little damage the the leather armour.

Once Renard had finished looking trough the door stepped inside he felt a blast of hot air hit his face, the clashing of metal on metal could be heard from far into the shop. 'This place must make their own armour, I wonder if they provide weapons as well. Based off the quality of this armour their weapons must be pretty powerful to.' he thought.

Further into the shop that Renard went the more the temperature rose, fortunately not far in from the door was a desk that looked like where purchases could be made. As Renard got close to the desk he realised that it was made from solid metal, it looked comparable in strength to the strongest armour that Renard had seen on display. As he rest his hand on the top of the counter he decided to give it a push, it felt like he was trying to move a jumbo jet, there was no movement what so ever.

Sitting on top of the desk was a small bell with a note next to it that read, "Ring for service." Renard who was planning on making a purchase rang the bell, and a small chime came out. Renard wasn't confident that it would get anyone's attention with all the banging going on.

However, only a few moments after Renard had rang the bell a young sprightly voice of a girl came from the back of the shop where the banging was coming from. "I'll be right there" said the young girl.

Before Renard knew it, the door to the back was thrown open smashing on the side of the wall and a tiny girl ran over to the counter and hopped up on the stool behind it.

Renard was petrified of the little girl already. That was because of what happened to the desk when the little girl jumped up onto the stool. It moved. The only word in Renard's head was 'Strong'.