Catherine looked at the man in his nightcap and sleeping gown, trying to keep a straight face.  She'd hardly get what she wanted by laughing, yet it was hard not to do so.  Men's knees looked so silly.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night.  We have need of secrecy and the cover of darkness.  Leom sent us," she added, hoping that would gain them entrance.<br/><br/>It seemed to work, as he swung the door open wide enough for them to enter.  She looked around, interested in how he kept his shop.  It was neat as a pin and gleamed almost as brightly from the polished counters as from the weapons on display.<br/><br/>"I'm...Well, I suppose Catherine will do.  We're in need of weapons and information"  She picked up a beautiful dagger with an engraved ivory handle.  The workmanship was exquisite, though the ivory would shine in the darkness if any light found it.  It was more suitable for a townsman.  She placed it back on the counter and picked up another with a black handle of some material she couldn't place, testing it for balance.<br/><br/>"I understand your brother was a victim of the drow kidnappings," she said, turning to face him again.  "My friend here and I intend to stop them.  What can you tell us about it?"