Kieran stood in front of the blade, his hands barely some meters away from it, when he heard the loud voice.
"Are you sure it's that blade you want, my lady?" the old man, dressed in a butler's wear, asked with a wry smile.
He didn't see anything special about the sword.
If he was to say, then the sword was probably the most simple weapon in the entire room.
There was no profound aura around it.
No energy emitting from it.
And it didn't look as grand as the other weapons either.
It was just... normal.
"Yes, I want the bl—"
While she was still mid-sentence, Kieran moved the sword down from the rack.
Catching her attention immediately.
She stared at him blankly, shocked that he had carried the blade after hearing that she wanted it.
Kieran observed the clean blade, the edges sharp and thin... perhaps too sharp, sharper than a normal blade.
He glanced down to the price tag and description.
{Gefforth's Blade}
{Description: A sword formed from a very special metal}
