Vetea glanced up at Walter... "My sword... yes... it was forged from meteor iron... and many hours were spared to smooth and polish it with my own hands... it was a gift for someone... a long time ago... I took that gift back... " a dark look passed across her face... "as well as his life..." she spit those last word out bitterly... resuming her brooding as Walter took a moment to talk into some sort of com device... she listened to his end of the conversation intently... then peered at him again when he finally spoke to her again... "hmmm...  yes... very interesting indeed" a smile spreading across her lips...