At the end of the day, Dominic had a dozen pistols and fifty spears finished, all uncommon grade, all level five.
"Just enough to get the militia going." He decided.
Pops chuckled. "Any militia on the continent would be envious of those weapons. Most of the regular army units as well. You know that the Royal Forge is cursing our names by now as they try to resupply all the units that we armed during our time there with equivalent equipment."
"Won't they just downgrade them?" Dominic asked.
Pops shook his head. "When you turn in a damaged or worn out weapon, you get an equivalent replacement. It's a military regulation to prevent favouritism."
"And because I gave out so many uncommon grade spears, they've got to make more to replace them, or hammer new shafts onto the old spearheads so they can send them back out." Dominic realized.
