Name: Seras<br/>Location:4th floor of Aincrad, Dvanlin's Smithy<br/>Tagged: Everyone in the shop<br/><hr/><br/>When Dvalin revealed the weapon he forged with the item that Seras had collected, the Imp couldn't help but smile at his friend's handy work. "Dvalin, if you keep this up, you're not gonna be able to keep outdoing yourself buddy," the indigo clad swordsman teased before taking hold of Vahliin by it's out-held hilt. Like most one handed longswords in SAO and by extension ALO, the hilt was long enough to balance the nearly three foot blade connected to it, the pommel appearing almost like that of a slightly bent railroad spike with a slightly rounded top, giving it a clear front and back side. It's guard extended out from the blade to the front and back, a flat edge towards the tip, with a divet in the blade's edge and guard, and a rounded curve edge towards the pommel, giving the guard the appearance of bat wings. The edge of the double edged blade was raised from the core of the blade, giving it a clear and wide fuller the length of the cutting edge, dyed a deep purple the color of the night sky in the depths of winter. Along the blade, separating the hilt from the crossguard, was a single white fang impended into the blade as straight as an arrow and as clear and white as new fallen snow.<br/><br/>"So, <<Vahliin, Fang of the Imps>>..." Seras whispered as he examined the blade more closely, balancing it on it's pommel before whipping it through the air with speed and ending with it held straight out to his right side, edge down. Before the others came in, the blade was then placed into Seras' inventory, rather than being equipped, something that Dvalin and Illyria would understand after fighting along side him in SAO. "It's rather heavy for a one-handed straight sword, but it's durable. The hilt seemed a little long, but that's perfect for me," he replied with a wide smile, leaning on the counter near Dvalin. "Oh, and of course I'll be at your party. Wouldn't miss it. As for little miss catgirl over here..." Seras trailed off with a smirk before shaking his head, "She's afraid she'll be hit on by you. Why else would she not wanna show her face again?" Seras quickly dashed across the room before Dvalin could take a swipe at him, only to receive his karmic retribution immediately as the door slammed into him.<br/><br/>Sighing as he rose back to his feet, Seras took a deep breath before shaking his head as Dvalin put on his classic Leprechaun charm to edge out an extra bit of money from his customers. "Dvalin, the honorifics are getting a bit old ya'know," Seras said with an annoyed look before walking towards his other friend and nudging her in the side. Leaning in, he whispered in Illyria's ear, "You really should come to his party. Even if you wanna leave early. I'll personally give you a ride if you want. Just... Think about it at least."