"You very welcome mortar and i know that you will."says hovark [i]hovark reaches out and shakes his hand.[/i] "Well i have been meaning to give you something its been in the family for generations even before i was born that how old it is. But normally its passed to father to son but seeing how never really had any sons i couldn't think of someone more fitting to have this. What going to give was made by one my ancestors. its up to you if you choose to except it " says hovark [i]he then reachs inside the bag that is carrying with him and pull out a long black ornate box that has seal which he then says something in dragon. It opens with audible clicking noise and opens the box. In the box was long sword that had redish black black and the blade was four foot long with a slightly jagged edge to it. The handle was ornately carved and the was gems embed in the handle. Along the blade was dragonic runes that glow faintly in a reddish light.[/i] "The name of the sword dragon's wrath."says Hovark