Afternoon. It was somehow afternoon already, and Helena had been out here since morning, nervously pacing around the front of the shop. It’s not that she was timid or anxious, on the contrary, she was eager to get what she wanted from inside. She just knew there might be certain complications. She shook her head. What was she so worried about? She was a paying customer, after all. She’d simply walk in, head held high, pay for her items and leave. No unnecessary drama. With a deep breath in, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her hair and walked through the front door.
She paused for a moment when she walked in – not intentionally, though. She was awed at the sight; She’d never been into a proper armory before. Her eyes traced the walls, mounted with too many weapons to count. Mannequins spread across the floor wore stunning suits of armor. There were even odd weapon types she didn’t even recognize. It was all so much to take in, and Edwin, the burly owner sat behind the counter, clearly noticed Helena’s confusion. He rolled his eyes.