Sylvan
Kace quickly agreed, after all, the weapons that he could already see were plenty good enough. 'Your house, your rules.' He thought with a smile. He would not look a gift horse in the mouth, nor would he kick a hornets' nest.
He eagerly awaited the moment Sonja passed the threshold to the weapons hall. Leaving him alone with all of its glory. His eyes felt restless as he struggled to keep them fixed on any single weapon for any amount of time. He felt as though he had spent a long time browsing, but in reality, barely any amount of time had passed. At most, it had only been ten minutes.