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"If you ever want to save anyone, then you'll need the right equipment." A significant amount of time had already passed when the four finally reached the opposite end of the Market District. Barrow’s Swordsmithy was nestled in a corner near the edge of the district with a severe lack of foot traffic in front of it. That might've explained the emptiness of the establishment and how it was filled to the brim with cobwebs. There was just as many interesting armaments in the mix, however. "That includes helping with your friend right now."

"Whoa. . ." Edward had been let into the blacksmith's under the promise that he wouldn't stand too close to any of the displays. The person behind the counter still glared at him, but left him be for now. Everyone in Thorn City knew that it was unwise to start trouble with anyone that was traveling with John Nieve Junior. That was, perhaps, why his family had been left alone up until recently. Not only was he a dangerous character, but he had just as many dangerous connections. "There's so many weapons here. . They're all so sharp and shiny!"

"There sure is. This is home to some of the finest weapons in the world. Feel free to give any of them a swing. I'm sure that the owner wouldn't mind." Barrow, whom the store was named after, was likely off having lunch somewhere with family. He worked odd hours and was an odd man though he was generally friendly enough. He also made some of the finest blades, axes, and polearms on this side of the ocean. "You should find a weapon that feels right for you. I can also have Barrow make one for you. For free, of course. He owes me a few favors anyway." 

"Are you sure about that?" Caleb's fingers were sliding across the handles of ornate daggers though his mind was somewhere faraway. It was on Rainbow who, for all he had known, was lying somewhere as a bloodied and broken mess. It isn't knightly to abandon your friends in need like this. Weapons could be recovered though Rainbow couldn't be. It was clear that John wasn't taking his worries seriously, however. He needed a plan and a way to slip away without the older man noticing "I wouldn't want to impose. I think having a new sword might be nice though. I've always wanted a silver short sword though... Like the ones that the knights in the Southern Kingdom use." 

"I could arrange that for you. It wouldn't exactly be like what the knights in the Southern Kingdoms use, but it would be close enough." John was already approaching the counter and in the process of leaning over it. There was a devious look in his eyes that caused the clerk to step back a little. Everyone knew better than to become involved with the infamous John Nieve Junior and yet Harrow did it anyway. "Hey, Piper. When will Harrow be back in? I have a little project for him."

Mary ended up in the garden with books, Skyla, and Kayden. She had been drained of tears by then and was focused on reading a book to the two girls. They were absolutely entranced by the pop-up and picture books though their focus was usually on the librarian herself. Both girls absolutely adored Mary and she would keep them busy enough while Sara tended to other matters. Mary was in the process of reading a classic child's tale when her own mother disappeared upstairs. Ribbon was more than happy to follow Sara Nieve and plop down onto the bed in the room that she once shared with her husband. Her husband that wouldn't come home.

"We can't let Lydia end up like John and Herrown, now can we?" A door was shut behind the elderly woman and a pearl was shook loose from her shawl. It fell onto the bed next to Ribbon. The dog immediately raised her head to sniff it with excitement and familiarity. A tail was wagging in response before long. Sara, meanwhile, delivered a quick pat before sliding open the drawer to her bedside table. A pearl was shoved towards the back of it as light blue eyes fell on the wooden box that was pulled loose from it. "No, I won't allow that."

Within the wooden box was a pair of daggers that Sara relied on during her prime. She once was like her estranged son though put that life behind her once she got wiser and had children of her own. At first, there was hope that John Junior would do the same. He, however, seemingly gotten worse after Kayden was born instead. By now, he was much worse than Sara ever was. She was little more than a petty thief that enjoyed the thrill of combat fro time to time. It was ironic that she would fall in with someone from the Watch. That was what her husband was far before he was a sailor or merchant of his own. He was always a pacifist though. He also, unlike her, preferred archery or more diplomatic approaches. That unwillingness to fight was possibly what took his life in the end. But Sara was different. She would not fold to that fate nor would she leave her granddaughter to be sold into draconic slavery. 

"That feels better." There was a gentle smile on the elderly woman's face as she lifted one of her forgotten daggers. Unbeknownst to the danger that was Liz's cronies coming after her, she knew that she needed to take up arms again if it meant saving Roger's daughter anyway. The thumping of Ribbon's tail had stopped by now. She had, perhaps, sensed the danger somewhere in the distance. "Now we'll have to think about how to save dear Lydia, won't we?"
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