Who wants to make Charlie a machete? :D

Charlie slipped into the armory and nearly jumped out of her skin. From the outside the sounds were nearly silenced but from inside the clanking of metal on metal and the sizzling when a freshly made sword was plunged into water to cool was nearly ear shattering. The ringing would give her a headache if she stayed too long, she was sure. How could anyone stand it?

In and out, real quick. "So!" She clapped her hands together and smiled sweetly, a glimmer in her eye. "Who wants to make some awesome weapons?" The glimmer was a sure sign that she was a.) going to steal something, or b.) going to try to manipulate someone. And if she couldn't manipulate them, well, she could always beg? "Pretty please?" She mock pouted and made the 'puppy dog' face that kids often used when they wanted something.