Ok, i hope i wont get in trouble for this, jumping into it, but, highlander wants me in, and suggested a role that i liked, so here goes.<br/><br/>Working late as usual on a special order, two supersharp whistler swords for a warrior from a neighboring town willing to pay top dollar for the best, i wipe the sweat from my brow and continue to work,heating and shaping the long blades. Cooling the blades, then lifting them up, i smile as they have a faint blue glow to it, a sure sign that ive done it right.<br/><br/>Placing them down on a bench, i then work on working them to a razor sharp finish, sharp enough to cut through silk and then some. I dont stop until both blades are just right, then i place the handles on them and place both swords into their shealths, and lock them away safely. As i wash up, i think about what the town would be like if they truly respected and knew what i was capable of.<br/><br/>As the only daughter of a master swordmaker, i learned from him, but no one else thought that i was capable of making blades of any sort, but my skills, and my fathers word, ensured that warriors and journeymen came to my shop. Called the Crimson Death, i set it up, unsure if it would survive, but survive it did.<br/><br/>Arming myself with my own custom made longsword and 6 throwing knives that i keep close to me in case of trouble, i close up shop and head outside to get some air. Cold as it is, it invigorates me and makes me feel alive.