Oh joy, they were already bonding. Mithril barely suppressed a squee of delight. "[color=ed145b]I've come to Medburn to pursue of dream of becoming a legendary weapon. Less then a day here and I've already got the hard part out of the way; finding my wielder...that's you by the way, new best friend forever and ever Gris[/color]" Mithil began to explain, in a surprisingly coherent manner "[color=ed145b]I journeyed for many nights from my home in the mountains to here; the place with the magic gate of magicness. For I knew, that I would find the path to my destiny here. So far, I looks like I've been right[/color]" he chirped out that last sentence

It was rather amazing how quickly he found himself in a hostage situation, considering how insanely awful his sense of direction was, yet here he was. Within an hour of reaching Medburn, he had found his wielder, and minutes after that, the two of them were going to rescue their first damsels in distress. Had he been someone with a more stable mindset, he would have have been suspicious of all of this. In fact, he most likely would have believed it to be some sort of elaborate trap. However, this was Mithril. If you tried to explain to him why all of this seemed suspect, it would have been like trying to explain string theory in it's entirety to an average American...while speaking Klingon backwards; he would be unable to comprehend what you were trying to tell him on multiple levels. So all of that being what it was, Mithril simply readied himself for combat, as he started up an Arial Ace, preparing for his new best friend forever and ever Gris to swing him for the first time.