"No, buying weapons is a bad idea. Can't hide that, and it's as likely to get whatever poor blacksmith you buy from in just as much hot water. Or more."

Mat shakes his head. No, as Lucifer had first implied, they have to be able to do this unseen.

"I have given it more thought," he assures the older man. Stretching, Mat undoes Gizmo's harness and sets the mogwai on the ground, telling him to head on home. A pair of bows materializes beside him, far more ornate and well crafted than the training and simple hunting bows they're allowed to use at the castle.

"Now...let's say I was amenable. Do you have any sort of actual plan to safeguard discovery?"