[Rodin eyes the orbs from behind his sunglasses, quietly calculating their value before stepping aside and gesturing at the shelf. The bottles on display range from fancy at the top to plain at the bottom, and some of them are vintages from centuries ago.]

Knew him? I'm the one who forged some of his favorite weapons. Alastor left out the detail that I'm the best arms smith Inferno's ever coughed up.

[Alastor snorts as he digs in his own pocket and tosses over something that looks like a plain golden bangle.]

Best that doesn't actually use his own toys, you mean. C'mon, you can't be a true master weaponsmith if you never actually take your creations for a real test drive.