Inigo simply followed Lyra who still had her cheeks puffing up from earlier and minutes later, they arrived at the Adventurer's Guild.
As expected, it was full of people. The atmosphere was lively and there were cliques here and there who were discussing their affairs. Meanwhile, Lyra was heading towards the weapon's shop, a place that Inigo didn't explore much since his arrival.
He followed her and then watched as she grabbed arrows from a neatly stacked display, examining the fletching with practiced fingers. The bowyer behind the counter—an older man with thick arms and a patch over one eye—nodded in silent approval as she tested the spine of each shaft.
"These aren't bad," Lyra murmured, running her thumb along the shaft of a black-feathered arrow. "Enchanted tips, cold-etched runes for piercing minor barriers. Good against magically-reinforced hides."
