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[handofsilver]

(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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[handofsilver]

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.)

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[souveraine]

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.

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[handofsilver]

...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.

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[souveraine]

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?