As Nimue mentioned wanting a new sword, Maric nearly spewed out the tea he had been drinking. It was not because he was worried at the prospect of her having a sword. He had come to terms with that possibility when he started training her. It was because he actually just recently started making her one. Did she somehow know about the surprise he wanted to give her? After brushing it off casually, they continued their morning as normal, only stopping for one last kiss as they parted.<br/>As Nimue left for the Tor, Maric exited the house right after her, but headed to the top of a large hill nearby. It was there that men he had hired to construct a house for himself and Nimue set themselves to work. One of the first things he had got them to build was a small area he could use as a forge. Nimue had thought it ridiculous that he should have them hurry to build that of all things, but he had calmed things over by telling her that he could sell the swords he made in town. What he said was really a half truth, so technically he was not lying to her. The other half was that he wanted to make her a sword with his own hands that he could give to her as a wedding gift.<br/>When she said that she needed more strength for a real sword, she was mostly right. However, the types of swords she should wield were not broadswords as his. What she needed was something lighter that could strike quickly. Maric had been experimenting with a few different style blades, and he'd finally figured that he'd make her a type of falchion with a slightly thinner width than normal. He looked over what he had done so far. The blade for the most part was straight, only the front edge was curved slightly towards the foible. The front of the cross guard curved gracefully from the top of the hilt to the bottom just before the pommel, while the back of it curved up slightly. As for the pommel, he hadn't really started on it, but the knight had a special design in mind for her.