Chapter 41: A What Appeared?
Inigo simply followed Lyra who still had her cheeks puffing up from earlier and minutes later, they arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild.
As expected, it was full of people. The atmosphere was lively and there were cliques here and there who were discussing their affairs. Meanwhile, Lyra was heading towards the weapon’s shop, a place that Inigo didn’t explore much since his arrival.
He followed her and then watched as she grabbed arrows from a neatly stacked display, examining the fletching with practiced fingers. The bowyer behind the counter—an older man with thick arms and a patch over one eye—nodded in silent approval as she tested the spine of each shaft.
"These aren’t bad," Lyra murmured, running her thumb along the shaft of a black-feathered arrow. "Enchanted tips, cold-etched runes for piercing minor barriers. Good against magically-reinforced hides."
Inigo stepped up quietly behind her, hands in his pockets, watching as she continued sorting through the bundle of arrows. Her focus was sharp, almost like a ritual. The way she moved—precise, no wasted motion—reminded him again just how many years of experience Lyra likely had under her belt.
He leaned in a little.
"You always this serious when shopping?" he asked casually, his breath brushing near her ear.
Lyra flinched—just a little—and straightened.
"You trying to make me misjudge the balance?" she said, giving him a sideways glance.
Inigo chuckled. "You’re hard to distract. Thought I’d give it a shot."
She turned slightly, holding up one of the arrows. "This is how I not end up getting impaled in a dungeon."