Alaria said nothing about it, but she smiled inwardly. She herself was a vessel of martial energy – the flame of her soul served her just as well as any enchantment.
— It’s known. If you are a warrior clad in armor, then your armor risks turning into a red-hot pile of scrap metal that will boil you alive in your own blood,” the Tanarisi nodded. “As for the sword, of course.
— Amazing. I’m not a historian, but many weapons have passed through my hands, and I don’t remember seeing anything like it. It was clearly not forged in our time, and it is one in a thousand, perhaps even one in ten thousand. Elegant, like a lunar sickle reflected in the surface of an emerald lake. Of course, any enchantment other than “indestructibility” would be a crime against this two-handed sword.
— However, the final word is, of course, yours, beautiful lady.