Rasticore stepped into the Lizard's office, looking almost a touch nervous but that quickly dissolved into a bright smile, "Happy hatchday, sir." He was holding something behind his back. A gift, no doubt. ~loyalizard
When the door flung open, Toffee had half a mind to reprimand the rude disturbance -but decided otherwise when he saw who it was. “Don’t you have an assignment to tend to?” Despite the cold reply, his lips pulled into a smile as he slowly shook his head in amusement. “Each year with that enthusiastic grin of yours. You haven’t changed one bit. Thank you.” And with a short glance, he cocked an eyebrow. “Is there anything else? If not, I would go and open a bottle of swamp water.”
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“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it melting, but yes, seeing a brother in arms does have a relaxing effect, I admit.” And again, he raised an eyebrow, one foot already set to turn away. “What now, you don’t think I let you off the hook that easily. You will have a glass with me. But fine, let me see.”
And see he did. For a moment, he looked absolutely impressed. Not only by the sword, it was a beauty among beauties, but also by the fact that Rasticore had actually put this much effort and thought into it. The surprise faded, and Toffee laughed, hoarse and quiet, but clearly audible in the absolute silence of the room they were in.
“You did a decent job. Both at the name and this here. I appreciate it.” With this, he carefully took it into his left hand, with the right slowly pulling off the scabbard. “And you know how I am. I never stopped training. Let’s see then…”
With one quick swing, the sword was fully unsheathed, and Toffee took a step back as to not turn Rasticor into accidental slices as he took a stance and performed a few moves, slow at first, but soon his arm moved quickly enough to hear the blade whirring through the air. An exquisite piece, indeed. he slowed down… and with one sluggish-looking movement, the blade separated Toffee’s right hand clean off. It went so fast and effortlessly, Toffee didn’t even feel it was missing until he saw his fingers twitching on the carpet. “Hm.” An approving hum and his hand grew back instantly. “My respects to the blacksmith, Akuech it was?” And he sheathed it, visibly satisfied. “Well, it looks like I will have to put in a good word at QuestBuy, so you and I can see that we find an equally adequate item for that gift card of yours, right, Rasticore?”
“I’ll pass on the swamp water, you know I never really cared for the stuff, sir,” Rasticore replied, watching as Toffee tested the sword.
The simple, undecorated hilt was quite the juxtaposition to the blade itself, black with iridescent flashes of deep dark greens and blues only really noticeable as Toffee swung the weapon. It really was a marvel.
When Toffee brought up the gift card, he looked visibly surprised before laughing, “I totally would have thought you would have forgotten about that. I really should know better by now. You don’t forget anything.”
