He laughed at her question. "Lady, I was basically making weapons out of the womb." He said, riffling through multiple swords, testing their weight. "Truthfully, though, I been doing it since I learned how to use my thumbs. My father is a Master. I took up his art with anticipation; I want to be as good as he, but I doubt I ever can. His works are rare nowadays. He doesn't make weapons anymore, even though he wants to. All he does is practice, so that he never loses his touch. He likes the idea of being that 'fabled blacksmith' that everyone wants a blade from. He thinks most of the people of the world don't deserve his product. And he is damn right." He finally found one partially matching the description of the blade she wanted. It was pretty much the exact description, except the material it was made of. The blade was a very dark blue, made of a rare metal, mixed with other materials that allowed the blade to be sharper and stronger. "Ah this one." He said, handing it to her. The only thing it was missing was the disarming hook. "Made of some of the finest metal around. Strong enough to suffer the bite of a dragon without breaking." The sheathe was of high quality too, the inside made of strong aluminum so that it wouldn't rust. He withdrew the blade and flared it to his side, landing it on it's flat side between his hands, offering it to the drow.<br/><br/>Most of the time the blade looked black, but in a certain light, the blue was visible. "Unlike a lot of the commercial stuff for the idiots that don't know a good blade, this blade looks good and is good. Weighted at the tip, razor sharp not even doing the sharpness justice, and a nice color. Believe it or not, the color was natural. It just came out like that."