1292 Darrel

Ning was surprised to find that the weapons that were sold in the King's Gem were all fancy-looking. They seemed to hold style, for something whose substance was the main point of owning it.

There were curved blades with ridged edges that made them look fancy. Spears with twisted handles. Axes that looked as if it had been an artifact taken straight out of a world full of Qi or Mana.

There was armor with faces of wolves and lions and other beasts on its front. There were shields with complex designs on the front that looked like sigils or insignia. 

Everything had a touch of art to it, that was completely unnecessary for the items to be used. 'So they decided to stand themselves out by using art to draw in customers, huh?' Ning thought to himself. But there was something else that concerned him.