With the weapons all just outside the tent, and Alex by the door, free from it all, he bowed at the waist. He wasn't worried about being late. If the Duke decided he didn't want to pay for the weapons because he was a bit late trying to avoid being spotted, than he'd just take his stuff and leave. Still, he was always polite, and responded, "My apologies, Duke Harmond." The man didn't ask for an excuse, so one wasn't provided, "However, I have everything you ordered. Flaming weapons, enchanted to not dull as quickly and be sturdier, tougher shields, and arrows that explode, release electrical charges to stun and a few that, well, are a bit more complicated. One of those arrows feed off of the natural energies of the land and create phantom copies, about 20 per arrow to hit surrounding targets. I have 100 arrows of each, as well as many more normal ones. Other than that, there are swords, shields, spears and axes." After that, he fell silent.