Gertrude looked at Simon, then down to Steelethrone. 'Yes... My father made it for me when I was small...' She said, slowly pulling it out. 'Steelethrone... And Ragna as well.' She added, pulling out the rather large shield. 'It resembles my family's authority, the way they Hunt and work with and iron fist.' She said. It was true, The Wimbletons were a strict family, definitely not the type to aloof about and brag about they're family hunters. Gertrude swiftly sheathed Steelethrone and clipped Ragna behind her back. 'I always treat these weapons as an Honour, not a privilege.' Gertrude said