She nodded once at him “Yes, My work. After my mother passed, my uncle raised me, I started to help in the smithy when I was just a child, and the natural progression of becoming a smithy myself just seemed right.” She replied. She turned a little, just as someone brought in the packs that wrapped the blades “I have only brought a few, but I am more than happy to make more for you, My Lord.” She said as the pack was lowered at her feet.She crouched a little and untied it, and slowly lift one out. Holding the handle with one hand, and the blade resting in the other hand, bowing slightly, she held it before the king.
The blade was smooth, thin, but strong, and near the handle was the most ornate engraving.
The blade was beautiful, Bard could not deny it as he carefully took Gwen’s work from her hands. Its center of gravity was near perfect, the steel had been expertly handled, and the engravings were exquisite.
“Impressive,” he murmured, looking from the blade to the young woman before him. “Your uncle must be very proud of you, indeed. This is fine work, Gwen. Very fine.” Returning the blade to her, Bard watched Gwen in quiet appraisal. “And more, you say? I will not deny it, this city has need of people with skill, those who honor and take pride in their craft… How long would you be willing and able to stay? Can you uncle afford for you to?”