The next morning as Kat slept Rebekah carefully slipped out of his embrace leaving him hugging one of her Ta-Ta pillows before grabbing a robe and sneaking out of her own room. She was on a mission and wasn't about to be stopped by anyone.
Finally after dodging as many people as possible Rebekah finally made it to the armory she straightened her robe and approached one of the smiths, an elderly yet strong male vampire with long silver hair and beard. He was in simple dark red leather armor and pounding on what is to become a sword with a golden hammer atop a golden anvil. Behind him was a black obsidian furnace with fire still raging within him.
"Forge Master Yang O'Hare, I'm sorry to bother you this late but I am in need of your services." called Rebekah with a half bow as she approached the man.
"How may I help you your majesty?" asked the elderly man with a smile and an half bow.
