The dragontaur watched her every move, as if expecting her to try and strike him. Several swords of average quality were at hand, but the best ones were easily too high for most people to get without a ladder or jumping. Seeing her eye lingering on a set of swords in particular, Ancalagon moved over to the wall, and reared up, easily reaching the three weapons that were nearly twelve feet off the ground, and bringing all three down.<br/><br/>One of the weapons was a masterfully built rapier, delicate enough that it looked like it should have broken when he touched it, but the edge was sharp enough to cut the west wind. Small vines made up the hilt and guard, and a single rose was carefully inscribed on the side of it.<br/><br/>A longsword was the second weapon he set down on a nearby table, a flaring dragon making the hilt and guard, and the blade extended from its mouth.<br/><br/>A scimitar was the last weapon, and its curved blade had small flame motifs along the side of it, and while it lacked a proper hilt guard, a beast of flame was exquisitely molded to combine the hilt and blade.<br/><br/>All three weapons looked to be masterwork quality, if not magic weapons, but only the longsword had any magic qualities in the blade itself. All three had a special magic woven into the blade to prevent it from being damaged or broken.