As the Warmaster discussed the various
armament options with Caleb, Kai's attention drifted towards a glint
he saw coming from a more inconspicuous weapon rack, mostly covered
with an old dirty tarp and shrouded in shadow. He strolled over,
trying not to call attention to himself. He'd lost his sword just
before entering the cave that led him to Caleb, so he was rather
eager to get his hands on another; however he doubted he would ever
find another so perfectly suited to him.
He slowly pulled the tarp off to one
side, revealing the source of the glint beneath: A beautiful, albeit
dusty and grime stained, sword. Kai blew the dust off the grip and
grabbed the sword, gingerly pulling it from the rack. He slid his
fingers along the side of the blade wiping off the dust; it was still
incredibly sharp. Passing the sword from hand to hand a few times,
Kai tested the weapon's balance and weight. Two quick slashes through
the air made it clear he had been wrong just before: this was the
weapon for him, perhaps even more perfect than his old sword.
