Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana grunted at Ronin's defense of the Dragoon's. "I thought you soldier types were supposed to be all about maintenance," she muttered. Nodding at his assurance that he'd take better care of the next set, she narrowed her eyes at him. "You do that." Sighing, she shook her head at the damaged weapons in the corner before dismissing them.
Jotting down a last few notes, she set the order aside in a pile of similar looking papers. They were strewn haphazardly around her desk. "Luciana." Returning to her forge, she slid her gloves on. "I've always got projects going on. I imagine it's much the same for you." Pausing, she glanced over at him. "Don't worry, you'll get your weapons in due time."
Lifting her hammer again, she grabbed the unheated end of the rod. Before she started working on it she grimaced. "Since you're here already, do you need anything from me personally? Weapons, armor, equipment, tools?" She turned to face him again, careful to leave her iron in the fire.
Jotting down a last few notes, she set the order aside in a pile of similar looking papers. They were strewn haphazardly around her desk. "Luciana." Returning to her forge, she slid her gloves on. "I've always got projects going on. I imagine it's much the same for you." Pausing, she glanced over at him. "Don't worry, you'll get your weapons in due time."
Lifting her hammer again, she grabbed the unheated end of the rod. Before she started working on it she grimaced. "Since you're here already, do you need anything from me personally? Weapons, armor, equipment, tools?" She turned to face him again, careful to leave her iron in the fire.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
