Lann drew a dagger from his lower back, startling Belengar.
Though their relationship was, according to the old Demon Hunter himself, quite harmonious, anyone sitting at the same table with someone like Lann would be understandably nervous when he drew a blade.
Fortunately, Belengar was born a Demon Hunter. He quickly overcame that slight fear that arose from the massive gap in power.
He focused on the blade on the table.
With patterns like water ripples, the black streaks like deep smoke on the blade deeply attracted Belengar.
"The hilt is the same dragon bone you brought back, but the blade... Three layers forging technique? No, I've never seen this kind of pattern made by layering and forging."
Belengar looked up at Lann.
"Can I handle it?"
"Suit yourself."
Belengar immediately picked up the dragon bone dagger, examining it closely, occasionally using the soft pads of his fingers to scrape the blade.
"Light, and the toughness is excellent..."
