Several aqua blue swords lay before me. Lay'lani tested each one, and singled three out. Once she gestured for me to try them, I grabbed the first one. My fingers moved awkwardly in the hilt. It was a short sword, and even for such a small sword it felt to light. I dropped it, and grabbed the next. It was the color pf brackish water, and a long sword. It still did not feel... right. The next one I felt was about the length of the stick. I grabbed it eagarly. Or, attempted to. It was extreemly heavy, to the point I couldn't pick it up.
"Lay'lani, I've never had one of these from you. But then again, almost all water warriors need to be fitted. Come, boy. You too, girl, for I will fit you also. See if you keep that one or like the one I pick for you." The bearde3d elf mumbled from the forge. Water Warrior. I like it, Oi though as I walked forward, behind Iva. The smith took her measurements, and asked a series of questions I could not understand. He jotted down several notes before summoning me.
"You, boy. Which arm are you?"
"Excuse me, Mastersmith?' I asked politely.
"Which hand do you write with?" He asked. I mumbled my reply. "Speak up!"
"I can not write." I told him. He grunted.
"Which hand do you prefer to take actions with?" He asked, as if teaching a three year old. I gave him my right, which he studied and measured before writing things down.
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