Seeing Christian's inquisitive eye, a hawk-nosed merchant beckons him over. "Ah, you're looking for these, I trust?" He opens a velvet box to reveal several gemstones of various colors and shapes. He takes one and releases it from his grasp, and it orbits slowly around his head. "Perfect quality. Not a flaw among the batch, as you can tell. These are ground to exacting standards from Riedran crystal, then polished with no fewer than seventeen grades of refining. Is there one in particular I can interest you in? You look quite strong, but I assure you, speed is never something to neglect. This particular crystal--the red sphere there--can help in that area. You can pay, I trust?"
While Lucilius is moving among the weaponsmiths, he happens upon a tent whose inside is filled with rack upon rack of every kind of blade imaginable. The smith notices Lucilius and his noble mannerisms and immediately heads over to the rack of bastard swords. "Wait right there, my lord, and I'll have the perfect blade for you." Sizing Lucilius up, he plucks blade after blade from the rack, hefts them, then replaces them regretfully. He eventually settles on a blade with several gems set into the hilt. "There we are. This little beauty can change itself into whatever sort of material you need. Cut through anything, like the hide of a demon--or a quori. Just smack it around once or twice, then it'll attune itself to that particular creature and you can slash away. Can I interest you, Mister...?