Arma pacis bellorumque cano,
et scutis et gladiis et sicis et ab sagittis coelis
in mundis elementorum.
The words sit above your head every time you go to the armory. You know not what they mean, but it does not matter-- only that the armory is stocked, filled to the brim with weapons both mundane and arcane. Rarities nearly unheard of to the common elemental. It is your task to furnish it, but as you take measure of the reliquary, something seems off. Wait. Over there, on the rack. Something's missing! The order is due at the bazaar in two hours! This is a staple purchase! Without those crates your profits will go down by 30%! Where is it? Where did it go? Peering down at the missing weapon's place, you see a note.
Amice faber, ibi telum meum est! Gratias tibi ago!
You have end.