Chapter 95
The weapon district of Emna was exactly the kind of place where you could either find something legendary or lose a kidney in the process.
It was bustling and shady in equal measure. The one constant in this marketplace was overconfidence. Every blade glimmered like it had slain a dragon, every vendor swore they had personally plucked a meteor from the sky and forged it into steel, and every alley reeked of desperation and bad deals waiting to be made.
Everything about this place was making me second-guess our quest for a new weapon. The weapons here either glowed ominously, sang when touched, or looked like they had killed their last owner via accidental impalement.
Vorrak, of course, was having the time of his life. "Ooooh, look at that one with the jewels in its hilt. You should buy it so I can insult you while you sparkle like a pompous prince."
