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The shop mage shrugged at the meditating treasure hunter and regardless of being watched, began his work. He looked at the sword with various lenses, sprinkled it with powder, held it to a flame, darkened the lights and focused the various parts of it under a magnifying glass. Every now and then he would finish a test with an, "Ah ha," or a, "Hmm," as he observed the weapon's reactions. 

Muttering, he walked away from his workbench only to return with a heavy book. "Symbols, symbols... hmm. Star? No, sun." Pages flipped and a puff of dust wafted into the room. Still he turned page after page until he came to the end of the book. "Foul sirens." He said in frustration, failing to find what he was looking for. Quickly looking up, he realized his customer was still in the room and regained his manners with a clear of his throat. 

Puropal looked back down at the blade, stroking his chin hairs with scrutiny. "Now now. I'm not finished." This sword was beginning to be a personal challenge. He picked up a sharpened letter opening and pricked his finger, letting a single drop of blood fall on the blade. ... Nothing happened. With a stern, "Hmpf," he picked it up and wiped it clean, only to realize that upon touching it, his finger began to heal. "I'm sorry sir, but this 'artifact' isn't enchanted, it's... Oh, now what is this?" He looked at his finger with widened eyes and bushy brows, his gold teeth dingy in comparison to the gleeming hilt of the sword. It was healed, not even a scratch. 

"Who did you say you got this from again?" Puropal asked, forgetting himself for a moment. Then he again cleared his throat and continued. He wasn't supposed to ask such things from his customers. "Ahem, nevermind. As I was saying, This artifact isn't enchanted so much as posessed. I'm not sure by whom, but it has a will of its own, and will only show 'what it can do' when it wants to. Hell knows whenever that may be." He started putting his implements and books away. "Clearly, it has healing properties, ironic for a sword. Perhaps you can use it for that." 

The wizard seemed to be in a strange hurry all of a sudden. "Look, if you want my advice, don't get mixed up with it. Willed rings and weapons are never good news. It would be best for you if you sold it to me. I can have it fenced off tomorrow to a collector, and  it'll spend the next decades as harmless scenery, which is probably where it belongs." Kisaki got the feeling there was something the shop mage wasn't saying. 

Eventually, at the sight of Kisaki's doubt, Pendelton decided to come clean. He turned around and stopped putting things away for a moment. "Eh, there's one more thing I should tell you. There's a hex on the sword, and it's got the mark of a very powerful, dark god."