He nodded, then shook his head. "No need to describe it; I remember the blade well. In fact, I owned it for decades, kept it hanging above my mantle. I even wielded it for a time, when I was younger, ahh, but I always felt uncomfortable, whenever I did. And I would gladly offer to sell it to you... except, about a month ago, my home was broken into. The masked thugs, dressed all in black, murdered some of my servants, and stole only the sword. One of my men was fortunate enough to hide in a closet, and went unseen. I reported it to the city guard, but..." He shrugged. "I didn't expect much."