Riena, The Blacksmith

The golden sword, it had nothing special about it. No boost to raw strength, power, or agility, even so, the very fact that Raven received it from an angel, enraged the hero. He was fuming and frothing, but with no justification in mind, he couldn't randomly try to confront him about it. After all, it wasn't that he'd done something wrong, if anything, Raven was the one who'd done what the hero was supposed to do, leading the group towards becoming more resilient.

'What did I do wrong? Why did she abandon her trust in me?!' He agonized over such a thought, but alas, blind to his own shortcomings, Amedith wasn't going to arrive at an answer anytime soon.