She looked upon the Scottish Sword, somewhat feeling like an emotional connection between her and the weapon. "Yes... My father made it for me when I was small..." The grip of her hands unsheathes the blade from its saddle. "Steelethrone... And Ragna as well."

Ragna? Which is... Oh. A round, large shield like the Aegis of the Spartans. Nice, thick and sturdy wooden shield with coated metal plating. Simon listens in a little more to Gertrude. "It resembles my family's authority, the way they Hunt and work with an iron fist." She sheathes her weapon back to its saddles. "I always treat these weapons as an Honour, not a privilege."

"Wow, that's something about Wimbleton that I don't hear every day." Simon commented on, before praising her sense of honour. "I didn't know that the Wimbletons value honour so much. The Sylvester family, they're a bunch of idealists. Except for me of course..." He strapped on his arm a buckler, small in size that had an ornate gold plate in the middle of it. "This is a shield that I made. It's a bunch of good stuff. Sturdy and nearly impenetrable, and it's a good ricochet weapon. There's also a secret too."

Hidden from the outer shell, you could hear a cocking of a gun. "It's packed with a small machine gun inside!" He sheathes his shield. "Well... I'm the only inventor in the family... I love reading books, and making stuff up. The family looks down on me for that." He replies it not with a tone of hate, but rather in questioning. "Oh yeah. I better go look for Priscilla. Sorry, but she might not know that the introduction assembly is soon! So I'll see you guys later!" With that, Simon takes off ahead of them.