Wise stared blankly at Aofie, watching as she angrily looked to the side.
"Now I'm curious, let's go."
"No, let's find another plac—woah!" Before she could finish speaking, Wise grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him into the shop.
They all paused momentarily as they were greeted by the vast collection of weapons before them.
Rows of unending weapons spanned from the doorway forward, racks and stands filled with various weapon types.
It was the richest collection of weapons Wise had ever seen. But he had still not found the cause of Aofie's reluctance.
That was until the owner of the shop walked up to him from behind the counter. He had not seen him at first because of how short the man was.
The man was probably only as tall as his midsection. Even Esme, the smallest of the girls, was taller than him.
He had a long rich beard and a stout but muscular build, his biceps pushing against his shirt whenever he would flex his arm.
'A dwarf?'
Wise almost laughed.
