The day was another beautiful cold day upon the 4th floor, and it was a rather special one. Her Guild-Master, Atzo, had returned finally, and she was sick of that stupid sword he carried. Upon telling him she was making him a new one, he'd made a request of what he wanted, and while the girl was very hesitant, she had faith in her guild master. With that, she went to work. After many a hours slaving, she had made 3 weapons. Two of which she was immensely proud of and placed one into the sto