The stranger’s appearance was jarring, he had a mane of white hair and piercing blue eyes, with a frame that was wiry and strong. Beyond his garbs, black runes could be seen wrapped in a spiral around his right arm. Upon the table, he laid open a piece of fabric to reveal a piece of black material. Its appearance, structurally, was that of wood. Its qualities, though, were of a dark glassy metal.
Kiem stared at the material, feeling the embers of passion flaring to life.
“Where did you find this?” He asked, not taking his eyes from the material.
“To the west.” Responded the figure.
“I require a dagger.” He continued, “The material must remain pure during the forging process.”
“Can you offer ...