Emily stared at the variety of sharp pointy daggers sitting on top of the stone table while she sat fixed on her seat under the pavilion.
"Do I really have to pick one?" She asked the Fae King, or her new mentor, as she kept her gaze trained on the daggers and kept inspecting them with her sharp eyes.
"Every fighter needs a weapon, Emilia, and so do you. So... pick up one of these fine daggers carved by the best craftsmen of our race." The Fae King responded as he tapped his knuckles on the stone table.
"Then... shouldn't I get a really cool and powerful weapon or something? These doesn't look..." Emily didn't finish as she just shrugged her shoulders and looked at the Fae King with questioning eyes. First, she wasn't really great with weapons and second, if she really had to have one then it should need to look cool.
