Nowaru

Meltaret was impressed. With difficulty tearing his gaze away from the reflections of the fire in the forge, playing on the blade of the sword, he put the dagger back. "Then, I apologize for the disturbance. You know, I don't often visit large cities, especially capitals. In the places where I usually stay, there was at best one rundown smithy, where they took anything." Meltaret looked around, to see if there was anything else interesting on the stands. "This sword is an excellent piece of work. Only a true master could make something like this from moonstone. You must have good suppliers, since you have such a valuable resource."