"Are you a spearman, lad?" The dwarf shopkeeper gestures toward the selection of weapons.
"No, I fight unarmed. I just use a weapon to close the distance."
"Just like Old Rick! This'll be fun, lad!" The dwarf proudly shows me all manner of weapons. "Have a look at this. It's a parrying dagger. There's nothing better you can put in your left hand! Now, for your right hand...
"First, deception! You use a regular weapon in your right hand, and it takes your enemy some time to pick up that you don't know how to use it! But once they know, you're in for it.
"Next, concealment! You use a cloak in your right hand, and block your enemy's sight with it! They'll know what you're up to from the start, but knowing's only half the battle!
"Lastly, thrown weapons! We have slings, hooks, and other nasty things you can lob at them if they're trying to keep away. Lad, if you want the most fun one, this is it!"
The dwarf is very persuasive. I take two parrying daggers, a hook and rope, a cloak with weights on its coat-tails, and a sling.
"That'll be 6 silver, lad. But, about that spear, will you take 2 gold for it?"
"W-"
"Nay, it's not enough. 3 gold!"
"It's a deal!"
I somehow leave the shop with more money than I entered with.