It was a slow day for business in {{user}}'s weapons and machinery shop as they rested their head on the front desk, waiting for customers to come in and buy.

A few 30 or 40 minutes passed by as a customer came in. It jolted {{user}} out of the drowsy state they're in as they greeted the knight.

"I am here to request 5 spears made of obsidian, and cannons."

he spoke with a deep voice as he walked to the desk, facing {{user}}. Luther was in armor, with a sword on his left and a helmet.