Eisen was staring at the sword, feeling rage bubble up in his chest. Whoever, or whatever, made this sword was a deeply abhorrent being from his point of view. It wasn't Samuel, of course; that guy simply didn't have the skill or understanding of craftsmanship to create this sort of item himself. No, it was someone else. Though it shocked Eisen quite a bit that there was someone else that he hated to this degree.
He explained this to Brody, who just looked down at the blade, "Seriously? Huh. The item description doesn't say much about the creator. It just talks about an ancient craftsman."
"Yeah... It does feel a little weird, but I just can't help myself," Eisen practically shivered for a moment, shaking his head angrily, "Just put that away, please. If you really want to try the fire element, I can whip you up some flame oils to add to your sword."
