Esimae took a large duffel bag that was collapsed into a draw near the floor and slid the pair of swords into it. She did not stop moving as she gathered weapons but occasionally glanced over at the farmer, only taking a few moments to think about his question.
"Right now I am housewife that is going to figure out what happened to her children and rescue them... even if I have to cut a few heads off some demons to do it."
She pulled a modern crossbow off a rack. It was a pistol gripped repeating crossbow that fired short metal bolts from a magazine of 10. It had a small scope that made for quicker aiming with a laser sight. It had its own special carrying case and she put that into the duffel with spare magazines of shiny bolts. She laid the crossbow down next to the duffel on the narrow table.
"I am not entirely sure how much shit has hit the fan today, but I have seen demons before I was married. My father was a demon hunter for two hu-.... a lot of years."
"So was I before I got married. I have killed more than a couple," she added casually. In her decade working with her father it had actually been more than she could accurately remember. Even now after two kids, she still looked only about 25 or 26 years old, hardly old enough to have had a decade long career and then had children now in elementary school. It was that elven blood in her family's heritage that made her look younger than she really was.
Esimae opened a drawer with a bandoleer of small, shiny throwing knives. "These weapons might not look as potent as your shotgun, but the metal is special and is more harmful to the demon's flesh." She put the bandoleer in the duffel bag.
Then she opened up what looked like a jewelry box and pulled a ring and slid it on her finger. The was a polished leather headband that had was meant to slip over her ears and across her forehead, holding her bangs back. She donned that as well.