She pulls the sword out of its sheath with one practiced motion, she holds it out in front of her, checking the balance of the sword. The hilt is completely black, save for a strange emblem on the uppermost part level with the cross guard, a strap of well worn black leather wraps around the handle, the blade itself is the strangest thing, a strange gold coloured metal that seems to emanate power. "Well the legend says that it was forged in the fires of a dragon well before this country even existed, it has been wielded by many heroes over the ages."
She slides it back into the sheath with a quick motion. "Or so the story goes, all i know is that it's a fine blade and has never let me down. When i rose high enough in the ranks it was given to me as a gift for my service, it only lets those it deems worth wield it so I guess that makes me lucky." Talking about her sword seems to have improved her mood, she even manages a smile at the end.
