The sword, now free of the tree, was a beautiful weapon. The blade seemed to be made of a soft, blue-tinted steel, and the hilt was solidly made, with a gold trim around it. While she wasn't really proficient with any weapons, it seemed to hum in her hands, and she'd get the feeling that it would be quite dangerous, even in unskilled hands - an expert would be able to accomplish wonders with it!<br/><br/>As she asked her question, she'd hear a faint word, as if sighing on the wind, but no wind was blowing, to carry it.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"... abandoned.."</span><br/><br/>A few moments later, the tree would groan and crack along the line where the sword had been stuck into it, as if the sword's presence had been holding the tree together, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the tree.