"What should I do for you this time?"
Ramiel heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around and saw Avas sitting at a drafting table with the tools needed to sketch and create a technical drawing. He was a traditionalist and preferred a piece of paper to a computer program. Besides, a true genius doesn't need the deception of artificial simulations. One look at the plan was enough for him to know if something was good.
"I need a pair of daggers and an Assyrian-style reflecting bow. The user studies the elements of darkness, space, and lightning. She is 175 centimeters, has a slim build, and prefers fighting from concealment."
Avas noted everything in his notebook and asked more questions, which Ramiel answered without a moment's delay.
"Rank?"
"'Catastrophe or Scourge, but nothing below that."
"For whom is the weapon intended?"
