---------------------------------------------<br/>Suki "Archangel"<br/>08:00 pm<br/>Floor 50<br/>Algade Town Square<br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Suki didn't say a word when he started talking about the materials, not even a syllable. Her lips, though freed from the mask, were no more mobile. She watched him work however, noting the familiarity with which he operated the computer generated furnace and materials. An internal wince happened when he mentioned dragon marrow. It sounded expensive, and darkforge steel sounded almost more so. Though he might not notice her face unchanging, she was slightly impressed, and slightly agitated, that he was messaging someone while making her sword. Suki couldn't help but let a grin slide onto her thin and feminine features, it's name strangely fitting. She looked at the sheath and saw that he had a sense of humor. There was a classical Japanese character, it reminded her very much of the Uesugi clan symbol, a little joke about her religious nickname, along with the shinto-buddhist origin of the clan. Suki placed the sheath on the counter and started to test the blade. Her swings were expert, but clearly she wasn't intending to fight monsters. Her swings were cutting low, exploiting the game system for toe cutting and finger slashing, her thrusts were confusing to the eye and clearly she had specialized in anti-parry techniques and one-hit kill attacks rather than the more conservative and cautious monster fighting techniques.<br/><br/>She was done in a little over a minute, and her small hand grabbed the sheath and held it out, before it snapped over it's respective blade with a loud and audible click, all in the blink of an eye. She held it out at her side and her free hand swiped through the menus. Two megakor was a hefty price, without question, but it was an investment. This sword had higher stats than either of her blades, and the bleed damage dealt by her PvP sword could be replaced by  applied poisons. A couple more swipes and she had sent him the owed money. "Bye bye smith, time for me to go give all the naughty boys and girls their christmas dues, courtesy of... what might your name be? Make it quick though, I have to go meet up with a group, we're getting a special item and he said he was calling some friends for a treasure hunt or a raid or something of the like." While she was talking to him, Suki swiped through some more menus, the sights and sounds of a smithy reminding her of someone who could help in the raid. Her fingers worked their way down her extensive list of contacts or "friends" and found the name she was looking for, Kamatsu. She'd worked with him on several front line boss raids and talked with him a few times. The letters were all arrayed on the message board neatly, only taking a moment or two.<em>Kam, I know very well that you're in town, and I also know that you couldn't possibly be doing anything with someone important, and I am in need of skilled assistance for a special seasonal raid. It'll widen my list of targets, help out and I'll cut you in at 10%, no strings.</em>Suki sent the message and closed the menu, turning to look back at the smith, impatiently waiting for his answer, eyes still boring holes.