While everyone else was cheering, Jack made his way around the room and sat between Argyle and Kaldor. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Ask away!" Kaldor beamed, finishing off his first round of colada in bliss.
"You two know how to make weapons, right?"
"Yeah, but what's that to you?" Argyle teased his son-in-law.
Jack shrugged, mentioning, "Well, I recently opened my old tomb and recovered countless items and treasures, including some weapon schematics…" Pausing to somewhat sober up the two men from interest, Jack slyly smiled. "I wanted to upgrade Ryn's weapons and make my own, so--"
"If Golden Haven were still here, we'd make whatever you wished!" shouted Kaldor, proudly pounding his fist against his chest.
Nodding, Argyle sighed, "Yeah… Kaldor's got me beat this time."
"Then Golden Haven had the best weaponsmiths?" asked Jack.
