As they walked out of the apartment building and into the street, the guard who had brought the dagger over to become a sword for Nimue leaned down to whisper to Wolfe.
"Did you do something to that blade?"
Wolfe nodded, and looked up at the four-metre tall bodyguard.
"Yeah, it was a bit bland, so I added a spell inscription for [Wind Blades] to give it a little more of an aura. If she's going to be walking with the queen, she needs to make some sort of impression, and we don't want her feeling weak and powerless."
"You know it's not a permanent gift, right? I'll be taking my dagger back at the end of the day and giving her a new one from the armoury." The guard asked.
"Of course. It's just a Rank Three attack spell. It's enough that you can feel some threat from up close, but it's not some overwhelmingly powerful weapon. On the bright side, wind blades are really thin, so if you need, you could use it as a scalpel."
