Draiss grinned, before pulling out the weapon the last assassin used. A weapon that was well above merely epic, it was clearly the user had been like him, a wanderer that had finally found a spot to stop and settle down. Not an evil person, by all means, but ruthless and willing to do what he had to in order to ensure the survival of his order and its reputation. "I think it was either the founder of the order, or the current grandmaster. An epic weapon, that that is like saying a flood is wet. If I hadn't been a god, I would have died, no question about it, magic users are notorious for being less able to take hits than just about anyone else, and he was definitely a cut above legendary. A myth, likely."<br/><br/>He showed the gorgeous wakizashi, a short blade, between the length of a short sword and a long sword, beautifully crafted, clearly the work of a group of master swordsmiths, and that was before the enchantments had been added. This was clearly a legacy weapon, and the former owner had known it, not begging for his life, but for the sword to be sent back. Draiss planned to eventually do so, though not for a decade, and had said so. "As for any offspring, I usually suppress my divine aspects in my seed, so her child will be her, but with improvements all around. Are you familiar with the concept of a paragon? A genetic throwback that is superior to the more common specimens, and will be a daughter. Part of my ascension made me incapable of fathering a son, and I can only sire daughters. I find that rather amusing, personally. As for whether it carries past our direct offspring, I have no idea. But all of my daughters will be long lived, among other things."