"My name is Morthos, nice to meet you Billy, and I'm definitely not foreign," he said to the boy, his tail coming up from behind him, "also while I may not be made of fire I do have quite the proficiency with it." To show his point, Morthos created a small ball of fire in his hand for a second before dispelling it, the barkeep didn't appreciate the open flame, even though Morthos assured him he had complete control. "That's quite an interesting sword you have there, I've never seen an intelligent weapon in person before, I've read a lot about them before. Apparently the stronger the bond between the weapon and the user, the stronger they both become. Does he have a name?" Morthos was looking at the sword a bit too intently, he wanted to know everything there was to know, sometimes it made him a bit oblivious to things around him.