<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aurelie Arturo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone; Sigurd<br/><br/>"Me?" she said, her face turning bright pink, "A weaponsmith?  Oh, goodness, no, that would be much too high a compliment.  I'm more a weapons enthusiast, you could say.  Equipment Design was my favorite class in Signal.  Our professor was a stickler for functionality and efficiency.  Who can be bothered to drag around a bulky weapon while chasing down Grimm, especially with a low payload, no?  For example..."<br/><br/>Aurelie reached around to her back and pulled a single stick, just shy of the length of her elbow to her finger tip, from a harness strapped about her shoulders.  She flipped it about like a baton, then passed it to Sigurd for his assessment.  "Fairly innocuous, correct?  Probably a night stick?  False."  Pressing a button on the side, the fan shot open, the razor tipped-frame slicing through the air.  She closed it once more, flicked down a block, and flipped the fan to the other end, where three dark barrels and a chamber for Dust and other ammunition were now more obvious.  With another flick, the fan was back in its compact form, and soon, back in her sling.<br/><br/>"It needs a little tweaking, but it's just a... bit of a hobby," she finished, eyes twinkling.  It was unusual for her to be so enthusiastic and glib with a stranger, but he had opened a can of worms, whether he meant to or not.  Unaware that he had more underhanded plans for her, Aurelie was all too willing to play show and tell.  "With some practice, I'll hopefully master it while I'm here.  I'm sure you will get the hang of yours, too, with plenty of training!  That's what we're here for, isn't it?  To learn to face Grimm and protect the kingdom?"