<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jo'Shaar Zahir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning - Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Lucretia<br/><br/>Looking at the imperial woman curiously, Jo'Shaar reached to his side and silently pulled the akaviri katana as well as its sheath off his belt. Holding the blade in a gentle fashion he stepped closer presenting it to her then, a calm look on his face.<strong>"Jo'Shaar not know the age of this katana, only that it was in the ruins. This one thinks it might have been left by a fallen warrior, or it might have rested there a long time. This one only knows the blade still works well."</strong>His left hand holding the sheath, his right hand pulled the handle back to reveal the blade itself, the katana looking to be in good shape still.<br/><br/>Being able to tell whether it was a relic or not was a touch more difficult. The akaviri katana was in a good shape, and based on the looks of it the blade was made by a talented blacksmith. It didn't have any gaudy decorations or any clear insignias to identify it though. It was a weapon forged for war rather than for displays. The Khajiit let go of the handle, holding only the sheath to let her draw the blade and judge for herself then, seeming to regard her with curiosity as he saw her blade in turn.<br/><br/><strong>"This one heard only certain group make these swords anymore."</strong>Starting seriously, the Khajiit looked at her a moment before smiling. There was a short chuckle leaving the Khajiit's throat before he continued.<strong>"This one does not want to insist on knowing, however. All this Khajiit might want, would be a friend that knows how to fix this blade if it ever breaks. Jo'Shaar is not sure the smiths of Skyrim would make one of these like it is."</strong>Speaking casually, the Khajiit held no accusation or malice in his voice, regarding her calmly. He didn't make any assumptions out loud, but what he was thinking within remained in the dark.<br/><br/><strong>"This one is amused though, she showed hers before he showed his."</strong>His tone was a bit joking in its manner, as the Khajiit chuckled again then shaking his head slightly. Feeling a bit better even if he was in a dungeon now, the Khajiit had a jovial expression remaining on his furry face.<strong>"Jo'Shaar knows she did not need to help this khajiit. This one appreciates the help, and considers her a friend now."</strong>