"I am not certain of the maker of the weapons. However, I have sent word for the Bloody Raven's personal smiths to examine them. Most smiths are keen to leave an emblem, a trademark of sorts. If anyone would know what symbol belongs to whom, it'd be them." He said with a firm nod of his head. "Though, if I were to wager a guess...I would say that, since they were former soldiers of subjugated nations, then it stands to reason their armaments came from the armories of those nations; either carried off in the soldiers hands, or somehow acquired through black market channels." As much as Aserit might be all about controlling such things, the fact is, any sufficiently large nation such as themselves will have a black market; their's just no real way to put a full stop to it, no matter how hard they try.<br/><br/>He graced his mother with one of his rare, thin smiles as she bestowed her praise on him, and when told to go with his younger sister, he gave a nod of his head. "Of course. I'll speak with her more about the value of guarding one's tongue." He imagined that, as much as it was a faux pas for her to not be wearing a dress for such a formal occasion, it would be her swearing that got her into trouble more than anything else. "And her fists." He adds in, as an afterthought, though he knew that would be just about impossible.<br/><br/>He would step back, give his family one last, small bow, then excuse himself from their chambers to go visit his sisters' room.