Nazrielle juts out her chin. "My art! A mere craftsman would attach a piece of wood to a piece of iron, and be

Nazrielle juts out her chin. "My art! A mere craftsman would attach a piece of wood to a piece of iron, and be happy with their work. That's not how I do it. I listen to a weapon. I talk to it. I spark its desire for blood and violence. This gives you two warriors in the battlefield, the soldier and their sword."