"There was just enough usable bone left for one weapon. I may have created it, but its name should be yours to choose. You're the hero that will be wielding it, after all." The Forgemaster replied. Ahnasha, naturally, took interest in what was happening now that she was equipped and ready. Especially with the comments she overheard from Fendros. She moved up alongside Fendros and immediately set her eyes onto the sword. Reaching out, she ran her fingers down the flat of the blade, though she found it somewhat annoying that she could not feel it directly through her gauntlet. She did not care [i]quite[/i] enough to go through the trouble of removing it, though. 

Ahnasha chuckled and nudged Fendros' side. "Figures that you would get the one thing that could make me feel jealous while having a Daedric sword on my belt." She remarked, calling attention to her new sword of, what would usually be, unrivaled quality. "I'm surprised you didn't choose to give it to the Champion herself, Forgemaster."

The Nord laughed, shifting somewhat in place. "Yeah, I, uh, did try to present it to her last week." He answered, shooting a glance over to Meesei, who was watching the whole exchange from nearby.

"As honored as I was by the gesture, a sword like that should go to someone who will use it." Meesei commented. 

The Forgemaster nodded in response. "Aye. That blade does deserve to taste Daedric blood. Once the Champion turned it down, I had it enchanted to the specifications you gave me the last time we spoke Fendros."

As they were speaking, they would be able to hear some heavy footsteps approaching behind them, followed by a Bosmer woman's voice. "You can also have a mount fit for a hero." She said as she guided Leaps-On-Elves up to the group. Much like the rest of them, Leaps had received some improved equipment for the upcoming battle. The Bosmer, and a few other handlers, had spent the last hours carefully fitting his new saddle and additional armor. For such a massive creature as a wamasu, it was not made from anything so expensive as ebony, but he did now have plates of Dwarven metal situated strategically over his body to give him the most protection possible, without making him too agitated or encumbered to tolerate it. He did not particularly like having his joints restricted in their movement, so armor there was light, but most of his head and other vital areas were protected. Naturally, the saddle was also enchanted to protect the rider from the wamasu's own lightning.