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Kisaki might not be a mage, but he didn't need to be to recognize that this was a magical weapon of some sort. As he held it he could feel his demon arm shrink away from it, and he chose to hold it in his left arm instead. It was a divine weapon of some sort, and just holding it made him feel refreshed. The scrapes and bruises he had picked up during his battles healed up, and he could feel even older scars slowly disappearing. It was an odd sensation, and he realized this weapon was an artifact to be treasured. Of course, he'd have to find a mage of some sort to properly identify it. While it seemed benign enough, he had no intention of carrying a cursed weapon with him. Wrapping it in cloth he stuffed it into his bag, before setting out once more towards the city.

Back in Yubelheim, Kisaki swiftly dealt with the parents of the lost child. It was unpleasant business, and Kisaki felt no happier leaving them to their tears. But at least they now had some solace, instead of gnawing uncertainty. That at least he was able to deliver them. The next order of business was to have this weapon checked out. While he didn't have much money, he was able to hunt even in this place. He could spend some of his food money on an inspection, and make it up with some hunting. It could also double as training, considering the fact that even the most peaceful creatures in this realm were adapted to the horrific predators that stalked the darkness. Soon he found himself in front of a cozy little shop that read 'Puropal Pendleton, Hedge Wizard'. While this promised nothing good, he had heard that this fellow knew his stuff on the subject of magic, even if he was a little odd.

Walking in, he found a tiny, hunchbacked man behind the counter. The entire shop was filled with books strewn across the floor, as well as a rather odd assortment of trinkets. While most of it looked like junk to Kisaki, he made sure not to touch anything. It was best not to take any risks when in the house of a wizard, even a hedge wizard. It took a moment before Puropal noticed him, although when he did he revealed a mouthful of golden teeth in a bright smile. "So, what can I do for you?" The wizard's voice was high-pitched and nasally. A perfect fit for his diminutive frame and hunched back.

"I'd like to have an artifact examined. I want to know what it does." Reaching into his backpack, Kisaki would produce the sword, still wrapped in burlap. The wizard gingerly accepted the package, removing bits of cloth to take a closer look. The wizard held out a hand towards Kisaki expectantly, and Kisaki dropped a few Siphr in the outstretched palm. Puropal glanced at his payment and shrugged, before shooing Kisaki off with his other hand, carefully putting away the golden coins. "Scram. I work best without an audience."

"I'd rather stay. Please tell me when you're done." Kisaki had gotten scammed before. Some mages would exchange the artifact with a magically created but useless replica, selling the original. While his few sources had told him Puropal was trustworthy, he chose to believe his own eyes rather than the opinions of others. So he moved a few books onto the floor and took place on one of the many rickety wooden chairs. Taking control of his breathing he resumed his meditation, clearing his mind to focus on the question of where to go next.

Puropal, for his part, merely shrugged and continued. Removing the burlap, he retrieved a number of crystal lenses from under his desk. He'd proceed to examine the artifact with a number of simple, probing spells, attempting to figure out how this particular artifact worked. Even with his level of skill he recognized the blade to be an artifact beyond what was usually found here, and the strange magical energies surrounding it had piqued his interest.