Kamariel considers the options for a few moments, then summons forth her vorpal longsword. "Make a match to this," she tells the blacksmith, holding it out for him to study. "They'll make a good matched pair," she says, nodding as the blacksmith already has something of very similar design; a few hours of work will match it to her specifications.<br/><br/>It takes a fair amount of time to find someone who's interested in his 'exotic new metal', as most don't have time to listen to his spiel, or simply don't have the facilities to process something like that. Eventually, he finds an ancient dwarf, clearly having lived far beyond a dwarf's normal lifespan, who shows some interest. "Och, is tha' what I think it is, boy? Well, I'll tell ya, this stuff isn't 'new', this 'ere's wot they call Odin's Bane, boy... a metal so strong, not e'en Odin 'imself could bend it, once forged. The legends say that it was all used up, ages ago, and all the items of it held closely guarded secrets o' the most powerful gods."