Zhuraek was leaning back in his chair, had his feet on the table and his hat over his face. He was listening in on Millar and Manoris' conversation.<br/>"But it still wasn't one of your people who made my blade." He said to no one in particular when Millar showed off his forging talent. He pulled the sword out of it's sheath and pointed it at his companions, it's blade shimmering and flowing.<br/><br/>"I've been searching for decades but I still haven't found anyone or anything with the skills to create something like this. What do you think, any ideas?" He asked.