When the sword lands on the floor, it twirls in place once or twice before going right back into the position you found it before. Rather unsettling, but nothing is exploding, so that is a plus. You manage to get to sleep more or less intact, with the night going into deep nightfall, with nothing at all stirring in the streets or in the building, with the shutters closed tight.<br/><br/>After a few more hours you find yourself enjoying a nice spring breeze, with the smell of a new fresh dawn, which alone cuts through the haze of unwashed whores and booze that filled the air before. When/if you peek an eye open to see what is up, you see the reason. The rapier is emitting a green wind energy, the tufts of magic wafting from the tip of the sword, swirling upwards and slowly forming a cone around the rapier.<br/><br/>Before you can get in the thoughts of, 'what in the nine hells', and 'oh shit!', the wind energy picks up pace in a rather exciting fashion. Soon enough the wind is strong enough to buffer your sheets and anything else lighter then papers and whatnot. Getting to a rather interesting turn of events, as the blade itself starts to turn in place with the wind.<br/><br/>The rapier a goof 15 feet away at the moment.