"A blade of ancient Raliarian dragon steel? Only a dozen such weapons exist in all the Norther Reach how did you...?" inquired the warrior. "And...you would trade such a rare and ancient weapon for a simple length of felt?"
The short man knotted his head furiously and tossed the blade at the warriors feet. The warrior pulled the scarf from his neck. the short man clawed it form his hand and held it to the light to admire it.
The warrior carefully lifted the sword from the ground and dusted the shining blade clean. With out a word he smiled and walked away with ancinet blade in hand.
"Fool!!!" proclaimed the monk as soon as the warrior was out of earshot. "You could never comprehend the value of this relic you so foolishly bartered away!"
"Gods be blessed the sacred relic has been returned. Now I can awaken the ice giants and forever rid the world of the non-beleivers."
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