Solomon grinned at her "Your first mistake is to assume the guards will see me. He gestured at his cloak. "The throwing knives sit flush against my body and if you note." He produced one with his left hand and then his right hand. Both equally smooth mirror draws. "The knives in question are smaller than normal throwing knives and have the weight on the hilt. These are what are known as thorn throw knives. They are meant to be throw from a foot and a half to ten feet away, additionally." As if to make his point Solomon resheathed the knives simultaneously. "I'm ambidextrous which means I can throw the six knives in half the time it would take a normal cutthroat to do so. Moving on." Solomon downed more of the hot liquid he had prepared earlier. "The poisoners blade." Solomon unsheathed the blade sitting flush to this lower right back holding it up for Cora to inspect. "It is incredibly thin and you will note the handle has a T grip with means the blade protrudes from between the middle and index or middle and ring fingers, depending on preference. You may also note the channel that runs the length of the blade. The fluid coating this particular blade is asp venom. Highly toxic and fast acting, good for silencing someone who is about to open their mouth without a lot of attention." With replaced the blade against his lower back. "The garrote is a highly concealable weapon" to make his point Solomon palmed the garrote from its place in a pouch on his belt and passed his left hand across his right in front of Cora's face. It would have been simple to loop the razor thin wire over her lovely neck but he refrained. This one was different and If she was Hawk's second then Solomon could respect that. Instead he simply slid the length of wire out and turned it to catch the light. "This particular garrote you will notice is approaching the thickness of spider silk. It's amazing what alchemy can do these days!" The garrote disappeared just as deftly as it had appeared. 

Standing he freed the Hanger Sword and Kris from his belt and set them on the table. "This particular Hanger sword is actually about two inches shorter than a normal version of its kind should be. This technically makes it a long knife, however it also makes it readily concealable." To illustrate he strapped on the sword and pulled on his cloak. Since the cloak wrapped over his body and broached on the left shoulder instead of in the middle it concealed the sword on his right hip completely as well as the harness containing the knives since the fabric of the cloak fell down in front of his chest without the normal break of a cloak broached at the throat. "As for the Kris dagger." He turned to show Cora his left side where the kris hung. Then he left his arm hang at his side and the cloak fell in front of it.

"I believe you mistake me, Love. I am not an assassin. I’m not a thug, I'm not some back alley cutthroat. I'm not a soldier. I'm a cleaner. This set of equipment is precautionary, I tailor my gear to the job, Infact some jobs I can do completely devoid of weapons. If I get a corpse disposal contract" He quaffed another mouthful of the contents of his mug "I can do that kind of job with a few burlap sacks, some peasants clothes and a pile of rocks! you need some documents burned? A dagger, a poisoner's blade and some thieves tools are all I need." He gestured at his current arsenal "This is my response to Hawk telling me he had a job that he wanted me on that involved multiple people. Lots of moving parts, lots of room for error. I could be disposing of corpses in high risk areas, silencing people who know too much, entering into fights with guards if someone makes a wrong move. See Love, You may not appreciate me now but even Hawk employs me. Things go south, even for the mastermind himself. I pick up the pieces, I sweep the mess under the rug and all of you go on your merry way whilst I do my job. I clean up the mess. I know you would like to think I'm superfluous and maybe I am! great that means I get paid a retainer and no one is the wiser but when you have the worst day of your life and you end up screwed and backed into a corner. That's when I go to work." Solomon smiled genuinely at her "You may not appreciate me now but Hawk knows the value of a gorecrow" Solomon poured himself more of the mint smelling alcohol. And offered Cora the bottle.