Bang felt the edges of the blades with his fingertips, seeing no dust in them. The swords were in tip-top shape with well-polished edges. He could tell that Snow put a lot of effort into maintaining his weapon collections.
Bang's eyes focused on a set of knives that were neatly lined up in a leather holster. It was attached to a wall, so he had to look up to it.
Snow noticed Bang's interest, and he spoke to him while he took down the knives.
"These are forged by my ancestors. I lather these with oil every few months just to keep them sharp. Do you want it?"
Snow presented the set of knives towards Bang, making him tongue-tied at the generosity. The handles on the knives had intricate carvings that told Bang that it would have cost a fortune if he bought it in a blacksmith.
