In six months, Zelina managed to buy, sell, obtain from drops, and just luck into enough random crap from all ends of quality to be called an arms dealer, if she specifically sold weapons. She had opened her own 'portable' shop (it was a pain in the ass to bring to a new floor, but not impossible) which resembled a small shack. She wasn't exactly the Wal-Mart of SAO, but she could boast that she got okay business on her worst days.
She had finally finished setting up the shop on the 38th floor, and she sat down on her chair, exhausted. Random crap was strewn all about on the back wall, from healing items to weapons to armor to little flowers that looked kinda pretty. It was all more on the "useless junk" side, but there were some rather useful things with a moderate price tag to match. There was one thing in high demand on this floor; torches. She figured it would be easier to get them on the floor they were needed instead of having to trudge through a bunch of other floors to get them, so she decided to buy a moderate amount and sell them to people as they needed them.
And people did need them; there was a party going on. Zelina almost wanted to go to the party, but she decided against it so she could get her shop set up. She wanted to be in business as soon as possible. Wiping the sweat off her head with her Kimono's sleeve, she put a sign up on the counter that said "Wake me if you need me" and set her head down, falling asleep quickly. She never had enough supplies and things to sell, but fuck it, she earned a nap.
