Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana couldn't care less about headaches, even when someone as handsome as Ronin was suffering from them. There was indeed hammering coming from her workshop: she held a long and thin rod and was pounding the end of it into a tapered point. When the unknown voice called out she yelled back to be heard over the banging (no, not that kind). "A moment!"
Sawing the red hot end of the rod, she made a right angle. Then she twisted it sharply, breaking off a bit. A few more swings of her hammer and she had herself a nail. Putting the rod back into the fire to heat, she turned to face her visitor.
Her eyes swept over him. "You're one of those demi-gods," she finally declared. Grunting, she jerked her chin at the bag he held. "What do you need?" She was already pulling off the gloves she wore and stepping towards him.
Sawing the red hot end of the rod, she made a right angle. Then she twisted it sharply, breaking off a bit. A few more swings of her hammer and she had herself a nail. Putting the rod back into the fire to heat, she turned to face her visitor.
Her eyes swept over him. "You're one of those demi-gods," she finally declared. Grunting, she jerked her chin at the bag he held. "What do you need?" She was already pulling off the gloves she wore and stepping towards him.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
