Draig stood in the Kori clan compound watching their smith measure for a sheath, he didn't wish to let the blade out of his sight due to the fact this smith had been eyeing the blade greedily since he set first caught a glimpse of it. Even Lord Kori had shown an unnatural longing for the sword constantly asking to touch it, it was really a wonder what could have made this sword like this.
"How much longer" grunted Draig as he had watched this person take the same measurement for the fifth time.
"Ah Ah Ah, you can't rush perfection" chastised the smith an old wretched looking man that reminded him more of Marco than a human.
"If you can't do it then say so and I will ask someone else to make the sheath" sneered Draig, he was aware of what the man was doing.
"That won't be necessary, just allow me to take this to the back and I will find the proper material to house such a wonderful piece of work" smiled the detestable little man.
