"I'll definitely do that," Vol said. "One last thing… How much for a spear and a mace?"
A furrowed brow of white eyebrows. "Lad, it's not my place to say. A customer is a customer, if you ask to buy, then I'll likely sell it to ya, providing that I don't hate yer guts. But you're not going to be able to carry all this into battle."
"That isn't the plan," Vol assured him. "I just want to get some training in."
"Ah," Jormvik's expression softened, and he smiled. "Now that there is awful sensible of you. A good trait to have, that is. Not many of the young want to train these days. They want the glorious battles without the sweating in the shed that happens in between. If it's just training that you want them for, then I can find you a cheap one of each, eh?"
