Damien stood in front of the cave entrance, admiring his newly acquired sword. The sword felt like an extension of his arm, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of wielding it in battle.
As he was admiring the sword, a sudden thought occurred to him. He needed to give the sword a name, something to distinguish it from other swords. He thought about it for a moment before deciding on "Monke," after the monkey, he had just fought to obtain it.
"Monke, my trusty companion," he said, sheathing the sword to his leather belt. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into."
As Damien stood there with the newly-named Monke in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and adventure coursing through his veins. He had always been a fan of epic quests and ancient treasures, and now he had a sword that looked like it belonged in a fantasy novel.
