"What is that over there?" Kasuyi asked, his feet already taking him straight to the obscure show glass. Inside the show glass, a gold colored staff spun slowly, supported by the tiny wind magic runes that were inscribed by the sides of the pedestal that the show glass covered.
"Ah, this... This scepter was donated to our fine establishment by a fine scholar, and crafter a decade ago. He said he had no use for it, as he accidentally crafted it in such a way that the specter picks its user. Without the scepter's acceptance, no one can wield it. Of course, you can carry it, but it will seal off the magical energy of the wielder." Manny explained with a strained smile.
"So it's been sitting here for all this while?" Kasuyi quirked a brow in askance.
