The Dragonkin Blacksmith had finished reforging Rinne's weapons, and upon their return, they saw four blades, each about 80 centimeters long, lying horizontally on a diamond-shaped display stand.
The blacksmith's assistants were two deeply blue scaled Dragonkin skilled in enhancing damage. They gave the blades a final polish before sheathing them in new metal scabbards, ensuring they were sleek and symmetrical.
The Dragon Clan took great pride in their traditional craftsmanship, reluctant to lose face in front of outsiders, and thus they dedicated themselves to the task. Once everything was finished, the Dragonkin let out a chorus of pleased muttering, wrapped the weapons in golden-edged crimson silk, and handed them over to Rinne with solemnity.
Grasping the four heavy and sharp weapons, Rinne held her breath; even through the scabbards, she could feel their warmth.
She hung the four blades back onto her body, took one out slightly, and toyed with it in her hands.
