-Good.- The older man leaned more heavily on his cane.- I also need to replenish my weapon supply,- he said, fixing his gaze on one of the display items again.
-Of course.- James folded the documents and bowed slightly.- Then please follow me, sir.- The elf led the guest to a part of the shop slightly separated from the rest. Behind the door to a smaller room were two rows of racks filled with various types of dwarven weapons. On the right were swords, cutlasses, broadswords, maces, morning stars and other types of short weapons. On the left were spears, pikes, bardiches, gleves, gizarms, halberds and other polearms. Opposite the entrance, on the wall, hung crossbows, flintlock pistols and rifled muskets. All made in Abbis by the swordsmiths and gunsmiths of Waffenkreuz. -Please take your pick,- James said, stepping aside.- I must remind you that for larger orders, you should expect a longer waiting time due to transport from Abbis.
-I understand,- said the man, passing James. Mr Welles did not pay much attention to the weapons on display, only glancing briefly at the selection.- I will need five hundred military one-handed swords, two hundred broadswords, one hundred cutlasses, three hundred halberds, the ones with wider blades and rounded axes, two hundred pikes, six hundred rifles and the same number of pistols.- He turned to James, who was quickly writing down the order.- No additional markings or decorations.
-Certainly.- The elf finished writing.- Would you like anything else?- He froze with his pen over the paper.
-No, that will be all.- Mr Welles turned and headed for the main part of the shop.
-Please wait a moment and I’ll write up the paperwork.- James passed the man and went to the counter where he had the forms ready. He took the order form and began to fill in all the details and items requested by Mr Welles. - Are you expecting any large orders for weapons?- The elf tried to strike up a conversation while copying the list of armour he had received earlier.
-I hope not.- Mr. Welles looked
