Taking hold of the sword by the hilt he examines it for just a moment closing his eyes he begin muttering the chant in old elven after 30 seconds of his chant going from whisper to echoing throughout the shop he opens his eyes glowing solid light blue he. After starring straight forward he closed his eyes opening them to hand the sword back "You're right it is an old blade with a very colorful story. I though I had recognized that hilt but you understand knowing for sure your fathers race has a history of treachery."<br/><br/>He took his own wooden sword and placed it to a sheath, looking far too small for a sword the blade fed into the small dagger sheath shifted to hide it's true nature.