[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Shortly after her brief sparring session with Renar, Tyaethe returned to the exact same spot she'd left, albeit with a single change: now, on top of the rabbit, she had precariously arranged a pair of swords to balance against her seat, easily in danger of falling over if no care was taken. One was instantly recognisable--the elongated, wavy blade that she used all the time. The other... well, it was smaller, but only in the sense of being a normal length for a two-handed weapon. 

It also [i]looked[/i] expensive, in a way that the paladin's blessed sword didn't. The crossguard was golden, but not just the lustre of gold leaf--the reddish-gold of orichalcum, framing an expensive looking jewel in its centre. The wrappings on the hilt were themselves a deep red, and showing no signs of wear. As for the blade... it was plain in design, straight-edged and functional. All that truly stood out was the elven writing inscribed upon it, should anyone care enough to read it.