Nox nodded and stepped forward, his boots echoing lightly against the frost-covered ground. Dracos followed a few meters behind to provide necessary explanations for each weapon—and, of course, to ensure Nox didn't pick more than one.
It wasn't that he didn't trust him, but the weapons inside here could make even the most disciplined minds turn avaricious.
"What type of item are you looking for, if you don't mind me asking?" the Frost Monarch asked after a while of walking.
Two minutes had passed, and Nox still seemed to be skimming through the items resting atop the floating pedestals. Though Dracos wouldn't admit it, this was a blow to his pride. He believed the items to be of the highest caliber—enough to make any human immediately covet them.
Nox didn't answer immediately. He walked past more items—blades, spears, staves, artifacts pulsing with a chilling aura.
He let his gaze wander for a moment before glancing at the monarch.
"I need a greatsword and armor," he said.
