*While the Nexus becomes further and further split between 2 parties, and imminent death approaches, Emerson stands behind the counter of his Armory once more, ready to serve his customers.*
{A wealthy looking man would enter the building and look around at the wares present. Admiring the craftsmanship of the weapons.}
Hmmm....not really my style but I should brush up on my swordplay. Who knows when the Mandarin might show up.
{He'd stroke his chin as he looks over the blades.}
