Deja took the sword with a small smile. Just as she began to feel up the blade, a voice in her mind caused her to nearly drop the master sword. She blinked behind her blindfold and was silent a moment before relaxing and feeling the blade again. A small chuckle bubbled from her lips when she realized the source of her fright.

"Hello, sir Fury." She said aloud, not knowing that merely speaking through the mind would be enough. She most likely looked like a looney, laughing at herself and talking to the blade in her hand. She pulled the blade from its sheath and gingerly ran her hands along the blade. "Fascinating...! I'd only heard of swords that can speak in novels. What creature are you?" Deja then caught herself out of her fascination. "Excuse me, that was rude. I apologize for my misgivings, sir Fury. What you may be is your business alone."

She ran her hands along the blade more, getting a good picture of the blade in her minds eye. "Oh...?" She rubbed her fingers over a particular spot once more. "Ahhh... Perhaps this is the source of the sourness which sir Abraham has outlined in you." She put her hands inside her kimono and walked to a bench. She felt the seat gently and sat down, certain that this spot was not far from her two new friends. She crosed her ankles and took out a fibercloth from her Kimono. "It seems you have not been polished in several years... I hope you don't mind..." With that, the samurai began to polish Fury, humming softly as she always does when caring for her blades.