Sunshine laughed uncomfortably, scratching the back of her neck. "Oh, you know... my grandfather. He must have... collected them. He was a real pack rat. Kept everything. Old spoons, legendary god-slaying swords... the usual." How could she admit that she had been shopping around on the black market for weapons since she got her system?
80% of the weapons she had bought from the other merchants she collaborated with were illegal in some way. All she was doing was changing some parts and handing them off to the lab or her men.
Vortan cleared his throat, suddenly realizing he was acting like a fanboy. He smoothed his robes and wore his serious look once again. He turned away from the armory and looked at the two of them.
"Right. Your grandfather. A very... intelligent man, clearly," Vortan said dryly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, why have you called me here? My time is not cheap, and I do not think you called me here to show off.... this collection of yours."
