"Ah, my father is a veteran as well.  He makes his living as a blacksmith now."  She pulled her cloak aside revealing a swordbelt and a scabbard at her left hip.  "He made this weapon for me, although as I mentioned before I am much more skilled at wielding magic."  She let her cloak drop again, covering the sword.<br/><br/>She laughs lightly, although it sounds a bit forced, "He never could understand why I'd be more interested in all this arcane nonsense.  'Hasha,' he would say," she continued, lowering her voice a little in imitation of her father, "All you need is a good sword and a strong hand to wield it. It's simple."  She paused for a moment.  "What about you?  What's your story?"