Eudora hummed as she polished her newly smithed sword with a soft cloth behind her shop's counter. It was a flashy yet classy silver sword to commemorate her her new shop's opening in Silver. Of course, it was still incomplete--it would not be finished until she instilled it with an appropriate magical power. What that power would be, she had not yet decided. She would have to make sure it fit the sword's "personality," whatever it was.

Taking hold of the delicately blue lacquered hilt, she lofted the sword up straight, letting the blade catch the warm summer sunlight that was flowing in from the window. My, my, I really have outdone myself this time, she chortled to herself. The sword truly did sparkle like silver--although it was not made from the inadequately soft precious metal itself, it did do a fine mimic of it. The blade was trim, but not too slender, with three blood grooves lining its center. The hilt looked as if it had been crafted by the playful hands of air faeries and tempered by the cold northern winds. The pommel was a smoothly polished orb of sapphire, its edges faded to near black while the jewel's center glittered brightly.

Placing the sword back down on the counter, she searched for a long cloth wrapping for her creation. She had been working like mad to create new stock for her store--she had sold all of the stock from her old store, which was routine whenever she decided to pack up and move somewhere else. Many of her new weapons were hung on the walls or placed neatly on racks and display benches. Her new set-up was simple, but she was sure she would expand and embellish when she started getting a steady flow of income.