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Glancing over to his side as he reclined back in the soft seat on the chair, Mairjra snapped his gaze upon a beautifully enchanted black blade displayed in the shop. Never in his life has a blade of such craft been seen this close , even the years he spent with the Wood Elfs who were master blade forgers has Mairjra ever seen a magnificent sword. The blade was black, a dark blue stripe ran down the borad side of the sword with a curved tip the blades cutting force had to be great, the hilt obviously crafted from Dragons Bain. Yawning and getting out of the comfortable seat, making his way back to the counter gazing back at the long sword calling the shop-keep over "The black long sword, how much?" Mairjra asked, the blade fascinated him so much that it was a must, buy much better crafted than the blade that sat in the Inn.

She looked a little stunned from the question "um ugh...Father!" the shop keep called out making her way from the front to the back of the shop, her face turned red as soon as she left. Her father, a tall black haired High Elf stood tall, his long black hair ran down his upper back, Mairjra knew that he was a master enchanter as his eyes glowed blue, although for an High Elf he was more muscular than some laying his thick forearm on the table. "And you want what human" He spoke in a deep hardened voice, Mairjra could tell that the man was annoyed with something particularly being brought to the front by his daughter. "Well Elf. I want the sword you have on display, the one made from Dragons Bain" putting an exaggeration on the word elf, of all things to be called Mairjra hated being called just a human, thinking it was a form of resentment by other races due to the Dark Prince.

The High Elf laughed" First off, that sword undergoes harsh experimentation with my enchantments making it unpractical for you to use, second its 600 gold peices, also it drains mana from the environment around it unpractical for a magic user as yourself"

Glancing up dropping another sack of gold on the counter, "650, I'll feed it mana, and I feel the magic coming from the blade its fed for now, I'll teach it to not take my own mana" Mairjra said softly looking back over his shoulder. With a sigh the High Elf motioned Mairjra over, "Take it, she's all yours when ever your ready to activate the sword, call it by its name feior" Snaching the sword up into his hand, Mairjra waving the Elf away walking out the shop, starting his Travel back to the Inn.