>>6031025“Then why do you not buy a sword similar to the one you already have?” Catherine asks to which the clerk answers.
“An adventuring party recently came through and bought all our remaining longswords and it could be months until we refresh our stock,” she says with an apologetic smile and quirk of the head.
“I’ll give you five hundred gold if you can get one done by the end of the week,” You say.
“Deal!” The clerk says immediately before rushing to the back to let her father know the news. Jokes on her though, that barely eats into any of the money you received from this month's allowance combined with the Inquisitions money for probably saving the kingdom.
It’s not long after that the three of you travel to the next store, this one at Catherine’s insistence. A clothing store which is fine you suppose. Nothing wrong with it, Marie needs a few more outfits anyway, but you're used to having clothes tailored for you not going out shopping for them. It certainly is an experience, however, being treated like a doll by your friend who wants to see how different outfits look being trying them on herself. You believe she enjoys this a bit too much.
A few stores later, including the herbalist shop with the twins mother for Cathy’s gardening supplies which was admiralty a sad and awkward affair. The mother at least looked more content actually knowing what happened to her children. Regardless, you left rather quickly and went to an upper-class cafe near the water. Fine wine and fine food is had by the three of you as you talk about nothing in particular. It’s nice or it is until Catherine brings up a rather strange topic.
“I heard there’s been quite a few murders recently, all noblemen and woman, they’re saying it’s a serial killer,” She says out of the blue as your deserts are served.
“I’m sure it’s just unrelated coincidences,” You reply as your spoon carries your sweet food towards your mouth. Delicious.
“No really, I read it in the paper this morning it has to be true!”
“You don’t strike me as the type to read often,” Marie says causing real physical damage to grip Cathrine as he spews out, “W-what’s that supposed to mean, commoner!”
“Nothing, please continue.”
“The nerve,” Cathy mutters, “Anyways the paper said a bunch of nobles with estates near the capital have been found with bullet wounds but the thing is none of the bullets are from any design used by common rifles.”
Marie drops her head causing Cathrine to look over concerned, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m pretty sure we’re going to be having a lot more work in the future.”
“I don’t see how that is going to be our problem,” You say which causes her to give you a look.
