United Kingdoms

— There's not much to tell. You live your life, mind your own business, and then some dim-witted, sycophantic dogs, dependent on the Count's favor, show up and put you in a position where you have to choose: lose your head or go "serve." — The Healer turned towards the citadel where the Count lived and spat in its direction. — Ugh!
The market had many different goods, from decent to complete trash, but it was hard to focus on anything without having a specific idea in mind.

— Yeah, that's rough, — Helmut nodded sympathetically. — I understand theft or murder — no matter how you look at it, these are objective crimes with victims, although there are nuances even in them. But prohibitions are a vague matter; they are different in every country, and in every country, they are implemented to line the pockets of the right people. They suppress talent, those bastards, and prevent our people from rising from the bottom. But look at it from another angle — now, at least, you can devote yourself to your craft, and neither I nor anyone else will look at you askance. Quite the opposite — we will support you in any endeavor because you are our comrade, and because it is a direct benefit to all of us. Right, guys? The money, of course, isn't as big as in the shadow economy, that's true, but it's stable and with prospects. And for honest work, no one will dare to harass you unfairly. And there — if we prove ourselves, who knows — something good might come our way, and maybe even the captain will put in a good word for us, and from there, it's only a step to a pardon. I'm not promising anything, but it's quite possible. Just don't lose heart, friend. As long as you're alive, everything can change.
I'm looking at the selection of melee and ranged weapons and armor. Is it available? If you need something specific, I'm looking for the same equipment that we all have, but of higher quality, plus crossbow bolts.