"I see." Vrael said as he picked up a pair of ruined metal tongs and threw them into a bucket above the coals. "I will need to take some measurements and after that you'll proceed to dual with me." He moved to the back of the forge and returned with a roll of measuring tape. "Fear not, we dual so that I can assess your fighting style and decide how thick your blade will be, how sharp its point. Now, raise your arms so that they are parallel to the ground." He took the measurements and scraped them onto a piece of parchment. He took additional measurements before nodding, "We're done with the measurements."<br/><br/>"If you would take up your blade," Vrael said, walking to the back of the forge where her drew Tamerlain from its sheath, "We dual to assess your abilities, not to kill or to maim. I would be defending first before I move to test your defense techniques." He waiting for Pete to make the first move, his eyes dull and emotionless as he waited for Pete to make the first move.