[color=00746b][b][h3]Hero Sura
Lightkeep[/h3][/b][/color]
Hero smiled slightly, as Spoony did much more of the same, and spoke. 

[color=f7941d][b]"My job require's me to work hard, behind every good soldier is a good blade, that's what my father says anyways. Beside's not everyone is gonna recognize you, especially at night of all times."[/b][/color] She said. It made him feel a bit better, and put some stuff into perspective. He should work hard at his job, just like she did, even if it didn't lead to the recognition he wanted. He rationalized it as anger over the guard's lack of knowledge, but he [i]was [/i]also a bit mad at his lack of fame. And, hey, it was night, his face was pretty much only lit by his markings, maybe the guard was unaware of his condition?

But that didn't matter right now. Spoony was dragging him all the way back to her place of business, the workshop. She had promised him something he would really enjoy, and, honestly, he was inclined to believe her. She made good product, and as previously mentioned, she worked hard. Once they got there, Hero was amazed as Spoony tore down a tarp, revealing the most beautiful thing Hero had ever seen. She handed it to him, the Knork. It had an edge, three points, and was long. It was like a glaive and a pitchfork all mixed up in one!

He ran his finger over the blade's edge and almost got a cut. His skin was almost as dense as iron, and this almost cut him without any effort! He backed a way from Spoony a bit and tested it, swinging it a little, and testing it's weight in his hand. It was a bit light on the blade, but the pole itself was just right. [b][color=00746b]"This is the perfect weapon! Add a little weight to the blade, and it's got range, piercing, and slashing! It's... it's just...!"[/color][/b] He set the polearm down on a table, and hugged her. [b][color=00746b]"It's so cool! I need to repay you. Any dish you want, I'll make from scratch!"[/color][/b] He offered. He was incredibly happy about this. For a while he was just using his fists because even his mace was so crappy. Now he had something great, made by his best friend. The bad omen he had earlier was completely gone and, for now, he had put aside the issue of the Kingsguard. Now, he could sleep in peace.