Armourers were working and praying over an impressive array of weapons. ‘I doubt you could lift one of our bolt pistols,’ she said, patting one of the huge guns as though it were a beloved pet, but we have flamers and bladed weapons.’ She glanced at Livia’s men. ‘Some of you may be able to wield those. At the very least, the armourers can see to your own weapons.

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