'Is he lying?' Durgrim's mind raced. Despite the blades' intricacies, he must admit they exuded an air of primal violence unfound in this era's crafts. 'Relics from the past?' He thought, with a frown, remembering his studies at the Arcane Academy of Enchantment. Yet, the design and method eluded him.
'Why are they soul weapons if they come from the past?' He pondered the time inconsistency. This smiting method emerged during the last thousand years, making it impossible for old weapons to share their attributes.
After five minutes of profound silence, he said, "I trust you didn't buy them."
Adam smiled in response, nodding in relief after the ban threat passed. However, the craftsman wasn't over.
"I want to study them for a week. I'll gift you an enchanted ring in exchange," said the dwarf, his eyes sparkling. If he couldn't learn about the weapon's creator, he would study them directly and understand the creation process himself.
