“If I run off, it’ll be with my own armor and sword. Why would I trade that for some blade from a random village? Nothing in that shop of yours fits my style.”

A straight sword that wouldn’t make his arms strain and sweat wasn’t a blade that was right for him. He needed something large, something that made him plant his feet and brace with his whole body.

He could work with what he had, but the large thing sitting in Lashan’s forge was his preference. That was what his limbs responded to the best.

“When are you gonna finish fixing that, anyway? If you want me to take care of your bandit problem, I’m gonna need my tools.”