Valen looked at the Nord and then Jarett Even among men Nords were a strange bunch but Valen his somewhat frail friend hands were made to be admired not to hold a weapon as tall as a Bosmer. As always Valen would have to try and talk their way out of this akward position 
"Good sir i do not believe we ordered this blade though it is a fine blade indeed" Valen stared into the beautifully crafted blade 
 
It gleamed in the Sunlight a true masterpiece [i]unfortunately i dont see Jarett picking up this blade even in his warmest dreams [/i] 
Valen thought with a soft chuckle.