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(Oh how he wishes he could simply write this instead of speaking to the populace directly. But his conscience will not allow him to take the easy way out.)

I wish to apologize profusely for my behavior. (He will not name anyone specifically - and further embarrass them - but his dark head is hanging dejectedly.)

For those who desired an Elvish sword, I have made five. You are welcome to come by the Forge to test them for yourself. I am certain you will not damage them.

(Because he made them and his works last.)

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A short blade may be more effective. Could you show me how to use it effectively?

[She's glad that he didn't dismiss her request out of hand just because she was a woman, she likes him already.]

I would be honored, my lady. (He enjoys making weapons for all sorts and if a woman needs to defend herself, who is he to stop her?) Self-defense is very important.

I am in your debt, monsieur. Where may I find your forge?

[She knows she will never be like her musketeers but she intends to do them proud nonetheless.]

It is not far from the Guard Headquarters. You will see smoke being vented from it. (Though nothing that pollutes, of course. It's actually more like steam.)

I will be there shortly.

[And true to her word, it's not long before she knocks on the door. She's learning her away around so it helps that she's learned the local landmarks. Her elegant gown had been replaced with a black sweater and a green ankle length skirt, her hair tied up in a loose braid. She still wore the cross around her neck but it was tucked under her shirt, safe.]

Monsieur?

(He cleans himself up while he waits for her and tugs on a shirt; he usually does not wear one in the Forge. His black hair is braided in several places, but the majority of it is down. For an Elf, he might seem a little odd with his ear piercings, but he is fond of them and each earring was, of course, created by his own hand.

Her voice is gentle and sweet; he is reminded of another voice... One he will never forget...

Giving his head a shake, he moves to greet her.)

Welcome, My Lady. Do you mind if I take your measurements? Particularly your arms.

Please, call me Anne. [She paused at his strange appearance, her eyes going to his ears. But his expression was kind and she felt at ease almost immediately as she made her way closer.]

Not at all. You are most kind to make me a sword to use. Most would sneer at the idea of a woman fighting with one.

[She knew Louis would certainly have an opinion. She held out her arms for him, standing still so he could take the measurements he needed.]

Anne. (He says the name softly, sensing some of her unease, perhaps.) They are fools and many worlds are full of them.

(He takes a sectioned length of rope and measures from her fingertips to her shoulder - then from her fingertips to her elbow. He writes down the numbers and smiles to himself.)

Yours might be the daintiest sword I ever make. Would you prefer a broader blade or a more slender one?

You are very wise. [She looked reassured at his words, nodding. She was being pushed outside of her comfort zone but it was good for her.]

What do you recommend? Perhaps something more slender may be easier for me to use.

I should be after all the years I have seen! (He smiles to himself and begins to draw his idea for her blade.)

I thought so too. A blade that is easily concealed under a skirt.

That would be wonderful. My skirts here aren't as full, but having a sword I can use while wearing one would be practical.

[She's curious, wants to see what he's sketching but she will make herself wait patiently until he's finished.]

This blade will not show. (His hand moves gracefully over the page, adding in details before he presents the drawing to her. The sword is thin, but not so thin to be called a rapier. It is distinctly of Elvish design and craftsmanship, but...delicate. She should be able to wield it with ease without it weighing her down even if she is fatigued.)

That is the most beautiful sword I have seen. [The musketeers wielded fine blades but this was unlike anything she had ever seen before.]

I am truly fortunate you offer your skills to me, that sword would suit me perfectly.

...thank you. (He bows his head, speaking softly, shyly.) It will take me a week. Only...

(Now he flushes.) In order to make a proper sheathe for it...to rest under your skirts...

I will need the measurements for your thighs...or...thigh.

I believe I can trust you to be a gentleman. [Anne flushed, she wore her usual undergarments under her skirt but it was intimate to let a man take her measurements.]

How do you want to take the measurement?

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