With a smile, Ibven slashed the air with his new sword, listening to the sound of the steel as it moved through the air. There was no denying it, the sword Jimmien had given him as a gift was beautiful and very useful, one of the best swords Ibven had ever seen.
The balance was perfect, and even though that sword was made of silver, it was not too heavy or difficult to handle, and because it had a more "conventional" design without as many silly ornaments as the rest of the weapons in the palace, it was easy to hold and for Ibven to fight with and use.
It was complicated for Ibven, as she is very proud, but she had to admit that Jimmien did a great job with that sword. Ibven really loved his sword.
With a sigh, letting his guards open the doors to his private madrassa, Jimmien entered h
