Sebastian walked into the room with lunch and an object shaped like a sword, wrapped in cloth. "I had to clean it up. But I know why the dragon demands its return, should it attempt to renege on the wager." He stated as he set it on the table and carted breakfast to her. "It's beautifully made. Blade length 4 feet in length, hilt a foot. Measuring the total length at 5 feet in measurement, dragon headed pommel with Amber eyes. And for Luncheon, a lovely medium rare loin, cooked to perfection."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Hey Smoke. I'm alright, just had a minor panic attack." He said as he got up and dusted his pants. "Let's see if Ellie will come for her ride soon eh?" He added calmly, stroking the stallion's nose.