"Well e-nough, I suppose." The gnome returns your kiss, seemingly relieved that tmhe older woman was not the source of competition. Her bangles tinkle a bit as she sits down. "He did not w-ant to trade the sword for the dagger, but I man-aged to talk him into it. He's re-ally cranky right now... I don't think I've e-ver seen him quite so frustrated. Kept tal-king about being power-less to stop it... whatever it is."<br/><br/>As you open the bundle, you see that she managed to get a pretty good deal from the wizard. A ring with a little shield-shaped charm hanging from it, which she assures you will add<em>further</em>protection to her spell. A beat up old backpack which she proceeds to climb into and out of to show that it is, in fact, a magical bag capable of holding much more than it seems. And the sword... it's... well... unique.<br/><br/>The metal is rough, and dark with age and use and make. In fact, the only part of this blade that shines is its edge, which glimmers brightly in the bar's dim light. The long handle is simple hard-wood around a metal crossbar, and its guard is a thin rectangular block. As you turn it over, you see dwarven runes inscribed into the handle.<br/><br/>"I... I checked it, Lis-ra..." the gnome seems a bit nervous, looking at you observe the sword. "It's no less magical than the o-ther... in fact, it might be mo-re so..."