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[Those of you who might happen to watch local news today could catch something not entirely out of place--a simple short piece on a small business reopening in the city. Normal, something you'd find on your average local news. The reporter talks for a minute or two about how this particular family-owned business underwent recent renovations. Apparently in celebration of its reopening, they're offering a small discount for the next few days.]

[Except that one could recognize the refurbished building in the background as the weapon shop that had been standing there since day one.]

[Beside the reporter stands a woman that's named as the shop's owner, Darcy. Beside her is a blonde teenager of about eighteen, apparently her younger sister.]

[The news story ends shortly after, with little else of note--except that no one seems to question the existence of a merchant that explicity sells weaponry.]

[Anyone who investigates further and decides to go to the shop themselves will find the younger girl behind the counter--the interior holds a range of basic weaponry varying in age and quality. Swords, axes, spears, maces--behind the girl working there one would find pistols, rifles, and so on.]

[The girl smiles at whoever walks in, greeting them all the same way:]

Welcome to Katsaros Weaponry, how can I help you today?

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Sure I am, but do I really look like I can fight?

[This girl is tinier than you, Saber. ~~Barely.~~]

Not everyone has firsthand experience with things they know about. An expert in CPR might never have a chance to use it on a real person.

[ Saber would love the rebuttal that even a person who knew CPR could still perform it should the need rise to, but instead... ]

CPR?

[ Why does the modern world insist on acronyms for everything?? ]

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Bless... you?

[Oh Saber honey no. Now she's just laughing.]

I didn't sneeze. You were asking me what it meant, weren't you?

Yes, but it sounded as though you were trying to sneeze or place a curse upon me.

Uh...sorry, I don't think I can do that.

You do not know a thing about magic then?

Just what I read in fairytales.

And you do not know how to fight? [ Just asking. ]

Not really. I do a lot of reading, so I know about the kind of weapons we're selling. That's pretty much it.

Hm... [ It isn't as though she's come here for a sword, as she shifts her body in sheathing it once more. ] I am looking for one weapon in peculiar.

[Oh good, you're not going to rob her at swordpoint.]

Well, that's what we're here for! What can I help you with?

[ Saber doesn't even realize how frightening she must have looked. ]

Spears. [ As vague as can be. ]

[She figured she could probably throw a cheeseburger as a distraction.]

[Okay no, not really.]

You might have to give me more to go on than that. Long, short? Horse-mounted jousting lance? Glaive? Guan dao, naginata, partisan?

Short.

[ And quickly after: ] A long one as well. Light-weight, but sturdy.

Fine, hang on a second.

[She opened a notebook full of carefully documented inventory, going down the list as she walked to a rack of swords and lances.]

Lightweight but sturdy...here, give these a try. [Eileen tucked the notebook under her arm and produced a pair of long and short lances.]

Tell me how you like these.

[ Surprised, Saber does her best to not show it as she takes the smaller one in hand. Being all too familiar with how Diarmuid's used to feel, she's not entirely surprised that this one wouldn't be as strong. Hard to duplicate legendary artifacts. ]

Hm, it would do I suppose.

Good--if you're interested I think we can work out a good price for them.

Mm, I am interested. [ What hostility and uncertainty she had prior was long gone. ]

Should we work out the specifics at the counter again?