The guards didn’t challenge Galan at the door, or any of the Lance when they followed him in, though one of the guards gave Marksi a hard look before shaking his head, probably deciding that if Galan didn’t care then he didn’t either. Inside, the high level [Blacksmith] in charge just bowed his head and said, “Sir Galan.” It wasn’t Meaty; apparently they had one guy for armor and another for weapons. This was Kartof, a level 50 [Weaponsmith].Galan nodded to him and indicated that the Lance should line up. Brin couldn’t help joining the rest of the Lance as they goggled at all the weapons in the room. Even the lowest-quality weapons were masterworks according to [Inspect], and some of the weapons were named. “Blood Angel” was a beautiful scimitar in a glass case, a mace in the corner was called “Crusher”, and a shovel leaning casually to the side was named “Legacy of Gaia”.Value Sense told Brin that armory was almost a misnomer. They should call this place a treasury. The awed expressions of his Lancemates showed that they felt the same. Even Cid and Hedrek were affected, and they’d most likely been in here before.Marksi focused in on a single weapon immediately. He tapped Brin’s leg with his tail and then pointed a claw at an expensive-looking spear in the corner. Lion’s Bane.“What? No. Shush!” Brin whispered down at him.Galan tapped his chin, considering, while Lyssa tapped her foot, looking bored.“Well, I suppose we can do this in order. Sir Gurthcid, I trust that you’re satisfied with your current weapon?” asked Galan.“I am,” said Cid, putting his hand on the pommel of his sword. It was a standard arming sword, though Brin realized that he’d never actually seen Cid draw it. If he ever drew a sword at the base it was one of the practice weapons. Brin [Inspected] Cid’s sword.Legacy of the TrevorrowNow he really wanted to see it.“I’m satisfied as well, sir,” said Hedrek. He also carried (...)