Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Scowling at the man's antics, Luciana narrowed her eyes as he explained the problem. Taking the sword, she inspected it, swearing when she the rust on it. "Those fuckers," she growled. Turning the blade this way and that, she finally groaned and set it down in a corner.
"No, I can't. Once it's rusted like that there will always be a weak point in the blade." She grabbed at the sack with the rest of the weapons. Pressing her lips together when she saw they were all in a similarly damaged state, she grunted as she heaved it into the corner as well. "What I can do is make new swords, and melt the old ones down for scrap."
Snagging a piece of paper, she started jotting notes down on it. "When do you need them by?" Then she glanced up and frowned at him. "Are you a member of the Dragoons, then?" Her fingers tapped the table as she waited for his responses.
"No, I can't. Once it's rusted like that there will always be a weak point in the blade." She grabbed at the sack with the rest of the weapons. Pressing her lips together when she saw they were all in a similarly damaged state, she grunted as she heaved it into the corner as well. "What I can do is make new swords, and melt the old ones down for scrap."
Snagging a piece of paper, she started jotting notes down on it. "When do you need them by?" Then she glanced up and frowned at him. "Are you a member of the Dragoons, then?" Her fingers tapped the table as she waited for his responses.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
