I, Ad Dakhla, scribe and chronicler to the court of the Sultan of the City of Bronze, do here set down a story I am not sure I believe, but one which is attested by both the archives in Korton as well as the City of Bronze. It is said that a great magician and practical joker once ensorcelled a beautiful weapon but cast upon it a hex that caused it to feel as slimy and unpleasant as a live eel to any who would wield it in battle.

Worse, the affected would see the blade as soft and malleable, useless in combat, even as their companions wondered why they would cast down so fine a thing in the heat of battle. The Sultan swears that he once handled the blade, now in the hands of a roving purveyor of curiosities, but I was unable to lay hands on the weapon myself.

Perhaps, if its story is true, I would not want to.

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