The Old Enchanter returned the gesture and shook your hand, "So whats' its' story? Heirloom... just found it? Should I ask who this 'he' is?". He then put on a slight frown, "You didn't steal it or anything, did you?". You then notice he has a walking cane on the table, and was working on some sort of large trinket, almost like a dream-catcher. A hand-sized metal hoop with many threads inside, forming an interesting web like shape. Imgor would think it's mighty familiar, but couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it reminded him of was just under his nose, dammit.

He'd take the sword and examine it on his table. "...Really now, where did you find this? This is somewhat alarming.", he'd elaborate; "I haven't seen anything like this in years. Last time I did, some... serious things were happening. Back when I was a young man, a big war between two kingdoms about something or other, waste of young peoples' lives really..."

"About protective measures, I'm not seeing anything in particular. Just a lot of rambling about... well, bloodshed. And plenty of fire too. Should be safe enough to use."