At a glance, Nick could tell that it was a precious sword. The blade shone like polished platinum. It was perfectly symmetrical with its twin edges, except for a delicate inscription on one side that Nick couldn't read. The handle was ornately carved from a material Nick didn't recognize, and the guard was in the shape of two sleek dragon wings the same color as the silver jewel embedded in the pommel.
But clearly, it wasn't just pretty. If it were just that, Monkey wouldn't have had such a reaction, and the Ursa didn't seem like people that valued decorations all that much.
Nick was a little hesitant to accept such a valuable item, partly because it was a weapon he didn't know how to wield. He had never touched a sword in his life. He was as likely to chop his own head off as…Who was he supposed to use it against, in the first place? Any threat to his person, Eo would handle, if the tribes he had befriended wouldn't.
