Black Ice

The mentor's house at the academy of wizards turned out to be quite far away, somewhere in the center of the island high in the mountains. Ferrus couldn't help but notice how vibrant and flourishing nature was here, as if it were nourished by magic itself. On the grass near a small, solitary house lay a man enjoying the view of the night sky, who apparently didn't notice the approaching guest.

-- Yes, most people here don't wear beards for some reason. They shave like women, -- he remarked. -- I was asked to take an axe. And I would also like to see one-handed swords or whatever you have... Maybe there is something more interesting than mine.

Raymondo sighed heavily, took a piece of parchment from his desk drawer, and wrote something on it. Then he attached it to the wall and pointed Torvar towards it. It described three points...
- You go into the armory and take everything you need that catches your eye.
- You show it to the master weaponsmith.
- You leave and don't distract the person from their work.