"You! So you question my keen eyes!?" Master Jamason's face was red. He could not back down. He needed this money! He had made this sword in order to swindle enough money to pay off his debts. The reason he was staying out of the public eye as of late was because he was running away from debtors! He needed to sell this sword no matter what! He had crafted this sword with the most inferior metal that he smelted down from other rusted swords.
He did all of this and put it up for auction using his own reputation in order to skip past the appraisal process in order to make money off these rich fools. But now someone was trying to ruin all his plans!
