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Vanessa faltered for a moment. She had to come up with some excuse quickly, one that would make sense. Inherited? She could probably get away with the furniture, but as for the weapons it would be a bit difficult explaining how many generations of her family 'passed down' weapons. There would have been at least one in those generations that wouldn't want weapons in their house. She settled on an excuse that was as close to the truth as possible. Even after all of her years on this planet, she wasn't really the best liar so lying on smaller things would be easier for her.

"War fascinates me. Not in the sense that I would jump up and join the army right now but more in the sense that the equipment designed to destroy and protect fascinate me. I can't really explain why. Some of the more modern weapons were inherited, but the older ones I have purchased. It was difficult finding pieces in good condition."

She felt a slight shift in the conversation and wondered if it would be best to talk about something more modern. Though, just as she was about to change the topic, the woman began to talk about the Immortal.

"Well, there's not a lot of people that are Immortal. Or rather, there's only one. Hopefully there are more, they'd be able to brush up on our history," she shrugged, hoping that it would excuse her interest.