The jaw of Jacob clenched and unclenched, as if he was chewing on a bad thought. He was silent for several minutes as he stared at the two smaller woman and his weapons, back and forth again. After a bit longer he took a deep breath and went behind his counter and grabbed a small box. He opened it and inside was a much smaller dagger and a few small rolls of paper. He took them out and placed them almost reverently on the table. He took the enchanted dagger along with an identical one from the shelf and placed them on top of an unrolled paper.<br/><br/>“To kill the ones who took my brother I’d open up my shop to the demons of hell themselves but even then I don’t know you or care to know you,” he says. As he speaks he pricks his finger with the tip of the small blade and smears it over the hilts of the daggers. He scrolls several lines of blood on the paper and intones some words underneath his breath. A small surge of power can be felt around the shop, like that of ozone. Jacob quickly rolls up the paper and places it back in the box.  He places the dagger in front of the table, presenting them to the two women.<br/><br/>“These daggers are on the house on the condition that you personally return the head of the queen along with the body of my brother, alive or dead, to me.” He says with a stern demeanor. “Keep them on you at all times. I will know if you lose them,” he says and nothing more. “The rest of the things you want you can pay for, they are chump change compared. 300g even for throwing knife,” he says addressing The Shadow. He turns to the gloaming, his jaw clenching again. “50g for a dozen needles and 300g as well for the boot dagger,” he says motioning to the one she mentioned earlier.<br/><br/>“If you want to see Hunter you better get going quickly,” he says. “There is a curfew now and guards won’t take kindly to anyone walking around at night after all the attacks.”<br/>