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A grin spread across Amy's face at his agreement. She stepped ahead, though her body remained alert for any suspicious actions on his part that would put her in danger. Retirement was a dangerous game, after all. Even if one said they were out of the business, the reputation and knowledge they held remained, leaving those that would still track them down, wanting the secrets or fearful of the secrets that would be set loose. It wasn't by luck that Amy was able to survive on her own without the difficulty so many canines met. She was strong enough, and skilled enough to keep herself alive and in contact with various canines, enough to feed her need for power.
She reached her wagon, the desk set in front that hid her pregnancy when she sat. Stepping around she pulled the weapons forward. They were kept near the back for the more timid customers, though those that sought them would be able to see they were available. Her shop was neatly set up, everything finely positioned for optimum sales. This was her calling, not the drawing of blood. That was simply a hobby, a sport to be enjoyed. The trade was what Amy's passion burned for. She dug through the weapons, very choosy about what she would display. Two sets of throwing knives, one short and designed to have poison inserted, intricate symbols scaled along. The other set was plain, the metal designed not to glint, long and sharp.
Swords were brought out as well, of various kinds. No two were alike. Amy skipped the short swords, knowing the difficulty in such a large canine using them, sticking to those that were useful, passing over those that were more design than function. Blades of pure metal laid next to those wrapped in leather, different curves and strokes applied to each one. That wasn't the end of it though. Amy drew out a short bow, sturdy and quick for rapid fire, as long as a bow designed for shooting far distances with the highest of accuracy. A couple pouches of poison were set to the side as well, though that wasn't the key point. A miniature scythe, along with a killing axe was laid out. With the variety set before him Amy leaned back, satisfied.<
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