Thank you for your understanding, Firo.

"It's a minor inconvenience. Suppose one can always learn how to pick up new skills, though."

And Rey intends on trying to figure out how the hell one is supposed to handle a sword. It can't be that much different than, say, a bayonet. Right?

She casts Firo a sidelong glance as she turns and leans her back over the counter, her arms crossing over her chest. "Don't know where they come from. Supposedly, one of the 'gods' keeps the place stocked, but the weapons have to be coming from somewhere."

Where, she hasn't yet figured out.