Ple-Sen
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If it weren't for the lack of wings, the gnome, dressed in an imposing crown, could easily be mistaken for a fairy from her native world of Alaria. Here's another similarity, but something feels off. It's as if someone tried to recreate her homeland from memory but forgot half the details, and something went wrong.
— Good day, — the stately lady nodded, — I heard that you enchant weapons here, making them indestructible. Time, rust, and blows from steel — all of this becomes a problem of the past. The body will break faster than a sword subjected to such magic.
After saying these words, the Tanarian woman took the scabbard off her back, in which Grandhildr rested.
— If all this is not fiction or exaggeration, I would like to enchant this beauty, — Alaria patted the scabbard of the claymore (?), — I wouldn't want to lose it by accident.