When Solomon was asked what he wanted, he already had a crystal clear image of the blade that would best suit him. He hadn't used swords in too long, but he always had a certain preference which he would be circling back to now. "A simple double-edged blade made of durable steel. Wide, about 3 feet long. Wide cross guard. The hilt about 7 inches long wrapped in thin leather." The blade he described was one used to defend from attacks and to follow successful guards with heavy swings and stabs. That was his preferred method of fighting, Defensive with the punishment that follows suit. As he described the blade, Rose swatted an insect that was resting on his shoulder away. He thought nothing of the insect, but silently thanked Rose for the gesture. When the blacksmith showed him the complete blade, he eyed it with wonder. "It's perfect." He said with a thankful nod towards the blacksmith. "Before I take the blade off your hands, how much do I owe you?" Solomon asked