(03-07-2016, 09:51 AM)Warren Castille Wrote: "What brings the Wolf out into the desert, anyway?"
Steel maintained her smile to him, noting the discontent that hung on his voice. It was obvious he'd had this conversation before, and was a task that weighed upon him daily.
He's at a bar, you daft twat. He doesn't want to be reminded of his duties.
She nodded in consent to his silent plea, tapping at the edge of her warsword. The weapon looked like an overdressed katana, with a pitch-black blade beveled the entire length from point to guard with a single edge. A gold filigree curled along the back of the weapon to form the crossguard, connecting to a hilt that was made of a purple and white materual. Despite its appearance, the bowing leather of her baldric belied the weapon's immense weight.
"I'm tryin' tae find a suitable whetstone for Swarsygg here. Thing's a wonderful blade an' been seeing me through lots of trouble. It's stayed true, but I worry about her edge."
She unhooked the weapon from its baldric, laying it on the bar's edge with its point down. She looked over the weapon with a very obvious beaming pride before taking another sip of her rum.
