Sold to the Rogue Sovereign
This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me.
Next, my dagger. It was shorter and sleeker than the sword, designed for close combat. The blade was curved slightly, its edge razor-sharp. The handle, crafted from bone and reinforced with steel, fit perfectly in my grip.
On the far side of the rack hung my bow. Its limbs were made from dark wood, reinforced with silver inlays that shimmered like moonlight. The bowstring was taut and sturdy, capable of unleashing arrows with deadly precision. Quivers of arrows, each fletched with black feathers, stood ready beside it.
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