"We can only take your word for that Millar." He looked at the blade, if it could be called that, the swiling odd make, almost as if it was made of gas. "May I hold it?" Seeing Millar had, he picked it up. He wasn't used to holding a sword, but... this felt even weirder. "An ancient civilization... hmmm..." Not wanting any further damage done to anyone, he put it back on the table. "I... I don't know, I could have some ideas though. I'll think about it. Hey, Selina get back yet? We can't talk to Sadain without her."