Nalesh eyed closely the trio who entered the dilapidated excuse of an armory. True enough, the wood was rotting, and the ceiling beams were creaky. The only thing signifying this shop as an armory was the sight of neatly arranged armors and blades on both sides of the shop. If it weren't for those equipment, this shop might have been worth more as a whorehouse. 

The artificer gritted her teeth as the man called her shop as a 'stinking place'. Well, yes, it was a rotten shack, but he had no right to call it that way. Just the mere thought that what the man had said was true was enough to keep Nalesh's mouth shut.

The man told her to sharpen a blade, and with that, the man dropped a sword... wait, no. A sword wouldn't cut it, it was more than that. It was a weapon unlike anything Nalesh has seen in her entire artificer life. Just the sheath alone was sturdier than a longsword, and the blade's edge and handle was exquisite, exotic, and intricate. The man simply left this work of legends, a bag of gold, and then left immediately.

Nalesh stood up as she unsheathed the blade again, taking in its mythical design. Nalesh looked at the men, but they already had disappeared. 

"Such a work of art... I've never seen anything like this... a caliber higher than Noadich's blade." Nalesh remarked in awe. The artificer shook her head and coughed. "I'll pour my work into this." Nalesh decided as she went into the back of her shop; a room covered by a single black curtain just behind the counter.

There was a full set of smithing supplies. Nalesh carefully laid unsheathed the blade; leaving the sheath on a sturdy metallic table for later shining. Nalesh examined the blade; noting some rust and some blood marks; as well as some chipped edges. However, to most, the blade was in perfect shape.

"That man must have been quite a warrior to get a blade of this caliber chipped. How many years has he been recklessly killing people?" Nalesh thought to herself as she set the sword on a shiny sharpening wheel. She carefully sharpened the blade, removing rust and blood marks in the process. Using her artificer magic, she mended the chipped sides as the blade looked perfect in a matter of hours. Nalesh set the sword on another table as she got a clear liquid from a cabinet. She dabbed this liquid on the blade, making it shine all the more. 

Nalesh set the blade down on a pedestal as she went to the sheath. She dusted and cleaned the interior and exterior of the item as she got more blood marks off of it. Again, she dabbed the liquid as the sheath shone with its ornaments. Nalesh got the blade and held it in the air; a strange desire was coming over her... she wanted to break the blade apart and study its materials... but no, she was only assigned to sharpen it... nothing more, nothing less.

"If only this blade was mine... Maybe by some strange luck that guy forgets his blade... or better, he dies off somewhere. Nah." Nalesh smiled at the blade as she slid it back in the sheath and displayed it on the counter. She placed a sign near the blade that read: "You want your weapon to be as glorious as this? Simply talk to the owner for information."

Nalesh sat back as she got the small bag of gold coins and examined its contents; playing with a coin in her soft fingers.