The sun was low in the sky when Sabeline emerged from the cave with Nivres in tow. She had perfected the armour and it now moulded to her form, allowing her to move with the fluidity she was used to. Her fingers latched around the hilt of the new blade secured on her hip and she drew if from the scabbard. Her hand guided it through the air in a few simple movements, testing out the weight and balance. While she couldn't say for sure whether Nivres had a steady supply of weapons somewhere in the cave, the fact he had presented her with this a few hours ago made her believe it.
The hilt was gold, inlaid with lines of red, as if made to pair with the armour she wore. The blade was crafted from the usual folded steel, light but strong. The name of the sword had been etched in runes dow
