When the sun rose over the trees, we got up. We had all slept on a bench in front of a parlor. "Now we must go to the village armory." Illia commented.
The armory was one of the biggest buildings in the small town, it was tall, and made of stone bricks stacked on top of each other to form an intricate pattern. We walked through the small door, and inside there were knives, swords, satchels, armor, potions, shields, anything imaginable. Illia was interested in the potions, I enjoyed the knives, and my mom had found a few books about spells. The knives came in all shapes and sizes. My favorites were..

Dragon Teeth Dagger-

Twisted envy blade-

These were great knives, but when I turned around I had found the perfect blade, it was beautiful.
The Third Slayer-

It was perfect. I had given 3 gold coins, and 4 silver coins to the shop owner. Illia had gotten a few potions, and my mother got a few summoning spellbooks.