You slowly run a hand down the tempered steel of your new blade. The arming sword is shorter than your previous one, only two-and-a-half feet long. But the quality is beyond anything you've seen before.
The crossguard is bent at a slight angle in the direction of the blade itself. You clutch its fine leather grip.
Inscribed into the blade is the same spiral pattern that adorns the shoulders of your tunic. From base to point, it decorates the weapon. A Kroridian phrase is etched into the crossguard.
The forgemaster, noticing you struggle to read it, says, "Te Errutan Finale de Monaricarres. 'The Final Argument of Kings.'"
You flourish the weapon in your hand before sheathing it into the scabbard attached to your new belt.
"It's beautiful," you say.
But there are still more gifts to receive.
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