"Any grade will do; even white-trash grade is okay," William replied. He didn't have specific requirements regarding the spiritual quality or the rarity of the metal for these weapons.
In fact, the inherent grade of the iron or steel wouldn't play any role at all in the mechanics of the plan he was currently visualising.
"I have my ring, Lang has one too, and Claine has the third," Berry said, skidding to a halt in front of the silent cluster of furnaces and cauldrons. She didn't hesitate for a second. "Hurry! Give the three rings to our fastest runners. Get the extra arrows and spears from the main clan warehouse. Go!"
She knew, as did everyone born into the Long family, that the clan's warehouse was overflowing with such munitions.
It was a stockpile meant for long-term sieges, and it wouldn't be difficult to find thousands of bronze-grade arrows or basic spears gathering dust.
