Kathrine's fingers ran across the beauty that was the longsword, her fingers trailing it as she allowed her fingers to slip around the hilt. Gripping it tightly she lifted the blade off the table, swinging it once, twice before she turned to Ancalagon, "Can you create this?", she asked, holding the blade out. Though it wasn't completely in line with her body, the blade felt just a little tip-heavy for her. It was the sword she was used to using in combat and perhaps she could persuade Ancalagon to create another for her.