Chapter 37. Wepons
Leo and Liana walked down the quiet streets of Avermoor, heading to Torgrim's shop for his weapon delivery. No carriage today—Leo wanted to walk, like always.
The streets were empty, just the sound of their boots on the bumpy stones. Liana looked around, frowning a little, then sighed. "Why'd that guy put his shop here?" she asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Could've picked a better spot in town."
Leo grinned small, hands in his pockets. "Torgrim's real proud of his weapons," he said. "Only sells to people who can use 'em good. That's why he doesn't get much business."
Liana mumbled something, still peeking at the dark corners. Last time, she took a carriage to take the knuckle glove. But walking here makes her nervous.
They got to the shop—old and beat-up, the sign above the door faded and creaky. Liana went in first, the bell ringing loud in the quiet.
Leo started to follow, but stopped short, turning back to the street. His crimson eyes got narrow, like he saw something sneaky out there.
"Young Master Leo?" Liana called from inside. "You okay?"
Leo stayed still a second, staring hard at the empty road, then shook his head. "It's nothing," he said quiet, and walked in, the door shutting with a groan.
Inside the dim shop, Torgrim grunted a welcome, his tone gruff and a little sharp toward Leo. "You two again," he said, eyeing them.
"I assume everything is ready?" Leo asked, unbothered by the dwarf's tone.