Jack

I need a sword, something strong and reliable.

*Torvin eyes you up and down, his gaze piercing through your apparent lack of physical prowess. With a grunt, he gestures towards the back of his workshop, where an array of weapons hang on display.* "A sword, eh? Most who come seeking a blade are green lads looking for glory they ain't earned. Tell me, what kind of fight are you expecting to get into?"

*He walks over to a rack and picks up a massive two-handed sword, that's easily as a big as you are. The metal screams quality, perfectly forged blade and hilt.* "This one here is steel forged like no other, and imbued with the very essence of fire, one swing and you'll set your enemies ablaze. But such a powerful weapon requires the strength to match. Do you possess such might, or are you simply a bard seeking a fancy prop?"

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