"I don't," Angus said.
"I do," Marcus replied. "In my line of work, I have had occasion to need some special things from time to time, so it has behooved me to know who I can count on in various cities. People who design things like this are true artists, alchemists and wizards all rolled into one, so there aren't many of them to begin with. The pool of them is small, but I do know several in various places in the world. I'm not exactly sure what Edward's after but he tends to like a certain style of weaponry, so I am always interested in what he chooses."
Edward had ported himself and Aria to a small, old village at the foothills of the Italian Alps. He walked through a couple very narrow little winding streets to an even smaller, narrower back alley, through a medieval arched tunnel of sorts, to an old wooden door.
"This is the place. It is very well hidden from muggles for a reason," he told her. "Its been here for generations." He opened the door and went in. The place was a tiny little shop for magical weapons. There were knives, daggers, swords, staffs, crossbows. bolts, arrows, bows, axes, hammers and more. Smaller weapons were in display cases, and bigger weapons were crowded together on the walls.
A very young blonde woman sat at a footpedal operated grinder sat, honing an edge on a shortsword, and when the breeze hit the side of her face, she looked and saw Edward and Aria there.
"Edward?" she broke into a wide smile. "I didn't expect to see you today. What a nice surprise." She took off her safety glasses and laid them aside and stood up. It was when she stood up that Edward couldn't help noticing she was very, very pregnant.
"I see you have news. My goodness. How is this possible? Are you even graduated yet?" he asked.
"Flatterer. I'm 23 now," she laughed.
"Your first?"
"Our third," she corrected. We had twins last Christmas. They're going to be two this Christmas."
"That just doesn't seem possible," he said. "How is your dad and your mum?"
"Dad's in the back. Mum and Gran are canning tomato sauce today," she said. "How is that famous axe? Need sharpening yet?"
"It's in fine shape. Maureen, this is Aria. She's a friend of mine. Aria, this is Maureen. She's the next generation of weapons makers in this family."
"Pleasure," Maureen said. "Any friend of Edward's is a friend of ours. So what can I help you with today?"
"This is important this time. I'm not sure what we're going to be up against, but we need some diverse weaponry, just in case."
"Of course," she said. "Ranged or melee?"
"We don't know. Could be anything."
"Well, if you have any slingers, a sling is always a good choice for a quick range weapon, if you think your spells might have trouble going the distance. Or bows and arrows. Or perhaps a staff that can also be used as a spear or a club with a quick conversion spell," she told him. "We have a number of those staffs in stock with different woods and finished, of course. For melee weapons, there are countless styles of blades, or maces. The smaller things are in the cases. We have some magical capture nets, pouches for powders, belts for potions bombs or small weaponry. And I'm sure there are some other little toys around here too. What do you think?"
"Well, we tend to do more melee fighting, quite honestly. We don't do much ranged fighting. We need to be able to carry light and be flexible."
"Then let's go smaller," she said. "If it were me, I'd go with a blade. I like daggers, myself. I have a couple different lengths of them in my own collection, but my personal favorite is a mithril switchblade. I can tuck that into a boot. We have several of those, and they're very nice. It's light, strong, and we can enchant it to hone in on, for example, dark arts opponents, or to warn about certain magical beings. In your case, probably werewolves."
"Not this time. Sorceress, we believe."
"Dark then."
"Definitely."
"We can enchant to warn or to be drawn to strike home to improve aim for better chances of success."
"Might be useful," Edward nodded, perusing the display cases, and as he did, the gleem of mithril caught the sunlight, and it peaked his interest. It was a beautiful mithril axe hammer, a razor sharp axe on one side and a serious hammer on the other. It was sleek, beautiful, and very deadly. "Now, that, I like," he said.
"That's one of our better pieces," she nodded. She got it out of the case and handed it to him. He examined it carefully, checked it for balance, weight, handling, checked the sharpness of the edge and the feel of the hammer head. She laid a belt on the counter.
"I like it," he said.
"This belt has a hatchet loop, and we have a loop and sheath for that axe in the matching black for the belt," she said, laying the loop and sheath out for him to examine as well.
"I'll take the whole works," he told her, "Oh. And two full sets of the best mithril throwing knives you have, a mithril dagger, and an equipment belt for all that. I need to keep looking, though. Aria? You seeing anything?"