Lask himself is not amused with the blades petty, and dangerous game... "I aught to reforge you into something less aggressive."  The blade slows and  calms   "Pardons about my blade... Next time it shall remain Sheathed. I would offer you a weapon, but you cannot wield Iron. Should have a material you desire a weapon made of, let me know- But just so we are clear, only One, any past the first is a favor."