[THRONE WAR: DAY 1]
The Frayed Ledger guild shop was quiet this afternoon, its usual buzz replaced by the steady clink of metal on wood as Raven inspected the new gear laid out on the bench. Before him, resting on dark velvet, was the custom-forged Spireweave Duelset—a full combat gear set crafted by Catria herself. It was dwarven in design, with a sleek steampunk finish: a pair of gleaming daggers with gear-tooth hilts, a matte-black pauldron lined with steam vents, and a belt rigged with double scabbards for quickdraw access across Raven's back.
Catria stood nearby, fidgeting with her gloves and trying her hardest not to grin. Her hair was pulled back, her eyes flicking between Raven's unreadable expression and the dagger's engraving. This was her first real offering to Raven—something built with her own hands, shaped with the quiet admiration she never dared speak aloud.
