🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

At first glance, the new weapon seemed like a strange, ostentatious toy to Ushumgall, more suitable for a half-naked dancer with sabers than for the son of Kingaludd, but only at first glance. Behind the glitter of bronze and malachite, the calloused hands of the Calcite quickly recognized a convenient balance and a protected hilt. The tip could pierce a skull, and the blade of strange blue metal would easily cut through leather armor. But Kir is wrong – it is still a much more demanding mistress than a battle companion; the saber attracts envious glances and awakens greed in its owner. You don't hunt lions and barsikonds with it – you use it to slit the fat belly of someone in a silk robe, to chop off the head of a warrior who has something you want, to plunder and conquer...
-- Thank you, Sir Kir, -- Ushumgall bowed respectfully.