<strong>Ruby</strong><br/><br/>"O-of course, Milady..." Ruby replied, and followed along after her.  When they reached the armory, though, her eyes went wide, and her lips formed the word, the<em>name</em>of the weapon.  She whispered. "Feringale...that...that sounds very familiar somehow..."<br/><br/>She reached forward, almost entranced, and took the weapon.  She sighed on holding it, her hands holding it with an odd familiarity.  And she sighed, her eyes closing as she shivered and whispered. "This...feels so familiar...like it belongs in my hands..."