Feryll gave another glance at Justinian, seeing his clear lack of weaponry, making her even more unsure of her decision to involve him.
"So... what in the world will you be using?"
Justinian slightly opened his mouth, completely forgetting he didn't bring a single thing with him other than coins.
"...Didn't think that far ahead."
He scratched the back of his head, remembering that this was basically a glorified blacksmith; they should have spare swords around.
"Can I borrow one?"
"Huh...?"
"It's a good investment, a shipment of ore for a single sword is a fair deal."
Feryll's ears twitched at his answer. Was he really serious?
"Look, even if you're a legendary champion or whatever, swords take a while to make."
Justinian expected the answer, but he tried to see if he could at least convince her, but it looks like he wasn't successful.
"Here."
He grabbed a pouch of coins, the only thing he brought, after all, coins would usually solve everything.
