Gabriel watched as she sat down and crossed her legs.<em>Hmm</em>, he thought, entertaining his imagination. Gabriel entered a door that was too the right of the counter, which led to a small brick area without a wall on one side, allowing the smoke from the fires to drift out into the sky. He worked for a while, matching the disarming hook to the rest of the blade color and design wise. After about an hour and a half, and putting the finishing touches, he returned to the customer area where the woman had patiently waited. He walked up to her and bowed, offering the sword."Your sword, m'lady." He said. The disarming hook was crafted on, and didn't look like any kind of extension. It looked like it was designed with that part in mind.