Shleya's Hand wandered down to the hilt of her blade and fingered the pommel. I was very pretty actually, despite it's ugly purpose. How did it fit her needs perfectly? Obviously, they studied her fighting style and crafted it. Why would a mere orphan like me get something like this? Her brain had mulled over this before. It wasn't the first time she suspected that she was part of a greater plan. Whatever the plan was, It doesn't exist anymore. she thought to herself. Far but not too far away from Daren as she followed him through the seemingly endless maze.
