Thorgan watched her come out of the room in tight fitting leathers. They hugged her curves and he could not help but grin. Evening was coming and the sun was setting and he enjoyed watching the sky as it changed colors. But he was also watching Allassiel as she went to the dummies and began to attack them with cries of fury. Her attacks were deadly and tore into the straw and wooden dummies. He moved in to view of her and drew his own sword and spun and brought his sword to bear on one. It cut clean through the practice dummy, cutting it in two. The Training Master looked at him raising a brow and had a slight smile on his lips. He came over and asked to examine his sword and Thorgan let him handle the blade. "Exceptional workmenship, well balanced...." the elf moved it around flipping it and catching it, "Magnificent. Where did you come by such a blade?"<br/><br/>"My people have studied the art of sword making for a very long time and have found the technique of folding the metal many times to give it its ability to be sharper then normal and keep its edge. Also how to make a sword well balanced. The weapon smiths are the best in the human kingdoms and it is said they rival the elven blades once made for them."<br/><br/>The Elf smiled and nodded. "They have learned well. Perhaps one day if allowed I will travel to your kingdom and talk to your weapon smiths." he then left Thorgan and Allassiel alone.<br/><br/>Lotharn felt her hands on his. Did she want him to stop or was it a sign for him to continue. He could tell that she was enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. "Do you wish me to stop or to continue?" he asked her. "If he continued then they might be doing something alot more. If she wished him to stop, he would but that would not stop him from pursing what he had started later.