Tarquin had not explained anyting to anyone. When the group had returned to the hall the tall elf had slipped away to have a word - and a rather rude wakw up - with the local blacksmith.

Though the blacksmith had been at first rather sour his attitude had swiftly changed when the bard had emptied a pouch of gold coins in the man's hand while examining the few weapons the blacksmith had in stock.

Some time later Tarquin had returned to the hall with two daggers strapped on his thigh and a new, quite wide blades thrusting sword at his hip. Also judging by the little clinking when he moved his hands there were a pair of knives strapped to his forearms as well.