Lost Potential

The news hit Dyvia hard. Such a beautiful blade in shatters and in a place she never wanted to see again.
"It is no issue. I am more sorry that you lost such a powerful weapon. It was a true marvel."
She made a mental note to find a proper forge and make Tiella a blade. No where near the quality of what was lost, but she knew it would serve her well.
She looked to the others equipment, noting similar marks of wear. She hadn't been much use in combat as of late, but she could make up for it by finding time to make repairs.
"I hope I get the chance to make you a new weapon. If our bands "luck" holds true, we need good blades in our hands at all times. Would you have a suggestion?"