[@Thantos][@Grimmdreamer13]

Jarett blinked at the sword then glanced back at his companions. Was he supposed to hold it? Was this a test? Jarett stood there until Valen walked over to talk to the bald man. Valen was right to think Jarett didn't have the strength to pick up a greatsword as tall as him, but Jarett wasn't someone to underestimate. He ignored Valen's words and chuckle as he reached over and took the sword in his hands. It was heavy. So heavy that Jarett grunted softly when he took it off the smith's hands and held it at waist level. He would never be able to wield a weapon such as this, and he didn't want to. The ebony greatsword brought bad memories back to the front of his mind that the Redguard would rather forget them. Still, he held the sword and looked at the Nord in front of him for a reaction.