Inside the final crate was a spear wrapped in cloth. I took it out and its beautiful appearance struck me.
Its staff was quite long, around five feet and eight inches on its own, it was made from a mixture of steel and wood, spiraling up like a dying flame. Its spearhead was strangely large and wide, more than a foot of length on its own with a wide base, an engraving from some ancient language was spread across its length.
"It is the treasured spear [Jormungander] the words on it mean: Wield Me Not With Rage." The elders explained.
"Thank you, elders, I am truly grateful for such great gifts." I bowed to them slightly.
"As you've already received the estate, and the other things along with the credit bonus, you are free to go. I hope the next time we meet it is to reward you again. You are free to leave."
"Yes, elders." I left.
"Should we not have told have told him the full meaning of the words on [Jormungander]?"
