Things had been rather curious lately. After joining the guild Amalie didn't return to the West Fiore Trading Company often, occasionally perhaps to submit a job report or sign up for something new. But otherwise, her presence in the guild was somewhat sparse. It suited its purpose, for the most part, a means of connecting her to sources of income, having the add-on effect of allowing her to grow more adept with her magic. However, there was one dilemma she noticed when she went out on jobs and faced various foes. Although her magic had an apparent range of medium to long-distance attacks. It turned out her close combat material was pretty limited. She knew how brawls worked well enough, having seen many of them over the years. In the Corvin family, were there ever a dispute with the wives, they would be made to deal with it in front of the entire family. Sometimes Amalie lost, sometimes she won. It depended on who she faced. But although that had made her somewhat scrappy, she hadn't quite developed any skill. It was essentially a weakness.
She had walked through her room in the early morning one day, only to notice an object resting on the mantelpiece of her fireplace. At first, she had panicked and assumed someone was in her apartment messing with her. Perhaps Charles. But as she searched the place, she found that it was empty. She approached the item, which was wrapped in a delicate silk cloth. She could sense magic from it, but for some reason, it felt familiar, almost comforting. As she pulled the white fabric away, she revealed a long silver rapier with a decorative handle embedded with a blue gemstone. She had examined in for a while, before wrapping it back up and taking it to a magical blacksmith for reviewing. They had found nothing malignant in the blade, just pure magical energy, specifically light based. It was also individually responsive to her. She didn't understand it, but she decided to hold onto it and see what it meant. With all the strange things that had been happening to her lately, it was worth testing out and observing. The only issue was, Amalie wasn't skilled with a sword. She had never handled one in her life, the Corvin's preferred less refined weapons for fighting or otherwise their fists along sufficed.
It was because of this she had decided to reached out to her guild, to find out what well well-versed enough with a sword to train her how to use it. So here she was, standing in the training ground, waiting for her 'tutor' to arrive. She was standing there in the usual white uniform of a member of the West Fiore Trading Company. Her hair was tied back away from her face in a high ponytail. She had a sheath she had purchase after receiving the sword in one hand and the sword in the other. Still wrapped in the white silk cloth.
WC: 502 / 2000