Emdhir

Calilla stood in the rafters above the largest room of the shop. Far below shined the clean tile floor. Her various wares for sale were placed around, many looking rather sharp and deadly should she fall upon them from this height. She felt no fear however. Her balance was, whilst certainly not as perfect as that of the elves, as close as one could get whilst a mere mortal. Besides, she had a good grip on one of the beams.

Calilla sat upon her bed, a fancy four-poster contraption complete with gauze curtains, with the soft sheets pulled up around her waist. It was rare that she visited this room, preferring to use it as a decoy should someone of ill-intent sneak into the shop at night. It was rarer still that she made use of the bed itself. On the odd occasion that she slept in it, she was never alone and tonight was no different in that regard.

Calilla seated herself within the comfortable confines of one of the white wicker chairs. The day had been a quiet one so she had spent the last few hours running through her fighting forms over and over. A light sheen of sweat caused her dark skin to glisten like polished obsidian in the glow of the fire but as interesting as that imagery might be, her attention lay fully upon the wicked talon blades of her karambit. Plump lips twitched upward into a pleased smile as she ran her finger along the sharp inner edge of one.

100 female short swords, long swords
200 male short swords, long swords and halberds.
150 female Halberds
250 female spears
500 male spears
500 fire pots
600 rolls of bandages
100 splints
600 rolls of sinew
600 rolls of thread
1000 needles