"Just cleaning up. Everything is filled with sand and a little blood, so I'm just cleaning up all the weapons I took with me."

Presently it was his sword, which was a familiar weapon given he was almost never parted from it. Now that she had a time to look at the blade, it was fairly obvious that it was of an exquisite construction that put everything else Sokka had to shame. In general, everything in the shop didn't match up to the quality of that brilliantly black sword.