Bella ignored the question as she scanned the room. She picked up a dagger and twisted it in her hands.
"I only want some good weapons. Do I really need to give up on the identity of my informator?" the man laughed knowing well how the witches did not give up on their identities. Yet, he could not be sure about this strange witch.
"Of course, we can not force you. What kind of weapon do you want?" he asked softly. It would be better to entertain her whim and send her away. Bella checked a lot of daggers, many of them caught her eyes. They were light, sharp with a perfect grip. She tested one on her hands and threw it on the door. It flew like air and hit the door.
"That is a good one. It is light and good for throwing aims. You would not need to go closer to your target." The man appreciated her choice but Bella shook her head, looking unimpressed.
