"Hush! You'll wake her," Lashan says, and scowls at the querulous tone she hears in her voice. She has judged that the massive steelbride is done being reshaped and is scratching her way down the edges, sharpening them with a big file. This is itself not quiet. She has it pinned in place with vices and is working in sections, the sword being too large to rasp down its whole length without walking back and forth.

The shape is about what he'd expect from a sword with a bare tang, but in good light it doesn't quite look like new. Instead of a length of continuous metal there are transition points, too fine to be picked up by fingers, where fresh steel in similar colors was joined to the battered original. Lashan has also taken the opportunity to stamp her four-lettered maker's mark at the base of the blade. She didn't make the whole of it and hasn't bespelled it - she's been putting that power into her own work that will actually garnish the enclave's funds this whole time, after all - but a lot of time and effort has gone into this thing.

The 'her' she mentioned is curled up on a cloak under the shrine to the Crafter-twin. In preceding days Guts has seen Vena with Hesri and Aren, tracing out swirly symbols on bits of wood and trying to carve them out, which is apparently quite frustrating. Looks like she's been doing that, there are little wood shavings everywhere.