"Here, take this," Sheila handed the rectangular metal thing to Stanley.
Stanley took the item and looked at it for a moment, unable to comprehend what it was. It was 4 centimeters wide, 2 centimeters thick, and 15 centimeters long metal object, that was completely colored black, with nothing about it that made sense.
He flipped it around, not knowing what to do with it. "What is this thing?" he asked Sheila.
"A short sword," Sheila answered while she placed the thing with the bird and mountain on her belt along with the various thing in the sack. "Tsk, I've already used most of these things."
Stanley still continued staring at the metal object that was somehow supposed to be a sword.
Sheila noticed it and sighed. "Hold it in a grip," she said.
"Hmm, okay," Stanley said and gripped the sword fully in his palm. His hand was large enough that it covered the metal entirely.
"No, not like that," Sheila sighed again. "Here, give me."
