A hero is nothing, if not but for his or her weapon. And weapons of legend, my friend, are created. And so it is with great honor and esteem that we deem Wraithedge worthy of the Twin Blades of Azzinoth that he has so richly earned. Neither blood, nor sweat, nor tears, and certainly not wipes on shears could stop this ineffable rogue from completing his mission to loo--- I mean CRAFT! - Illid-- uh, his own glaives.

We doff our hats, ol-- young Wraithedge. We commend thee.

PUT BEAST STRIKING ON THOSE SUCKAS!