Fendros nodded, just as intrigued as Ahnasha was. "You've done a great job, forgemaster. I wish I could express my gratitude more, but beyond Ahna's jealousy here, I will have to settle for slaying our enemies with it." He laughed and held the blade out to one side, testing its weight. "I could give it some easy name like 'Vile's Thorn' or 'Banisher', but I feel a better name will come about in its first battle. Thank you again." He took the forgemaster's hand in a firm, appreciative handshake.

Leaps' appearance drew a broad grin from Fendros and Janius both, though Fendros was in a better position to comment. "Look at you! All dressed up." He thanked the Bosmer similarly to the forgemaster. "You have done a job I did not think possible."

"Leaps-On-Daedra!" Janius called through his snout, giving Leaps a pat on his armoured head.

Fendros turned rather than immediately mounting up. "Before we go," he smiled and beckoned Rhazii forward. "Come here, little one."

Rhazii suddenly grew nervous from the attention. He peeked side to side and then paced forward.

Fendros, sheathed the dragon bone sword, unfastened his family sword from his belt, and then held it out by the scabbard. "It's may be small for your hands, but I need you to take care of this while we're away. It has a lot of history. It's part of who we are as Avaruls."

Rhazii hesitated as if he was afraid to take it.