Gollaon paused in the cleaning of his sword and sighed.
“Who are you pining over now?” asked Voddick as he carefully stitched a repair in his shirt.
“That does not narrow it much you know,” grumbled Voddick.
“The raven-haired lass with the flashing blue eye,” he sighed.
“The one who stabbed you in that brawl? The one with the eyepatch!?”
“The very one.”
The origin of this dagger is unknown, but rumors about it have been circulating for centuries if not longer. It is a plain steel weapon with a curved blade, unexceptional in appearance but it is warmer than the ambient temperature to the touch.