49. Ice Fang Dagger
Standing before the floating dagger Eryndor admired it's design, there was barely any engraving or design making it look any bit sophisticated but he loved it that way. He felt a sense of ownership over it. Unable to hold back his interest in the blade Eryndor stretched out his hand and took hold of the blade and felt the strangest sensation.
As he took hold of the blades grip his hand sank into it like a marshmallow, the tighter he gripped it the harder it would become. It was a bit cool to the grip, Eryndor had not practiced with daggers before so he knew it would take some getting used to. But he noticed something strange about the blade, he could not tell it it was construct like that on purpose of by chance but he acknowledged it immediately he had taken hold of the ice gang dagger.
