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Taraah inspected the presented pieces with keen eye. One of the blade looked rather exotic, not like the straight blades favored in this land. In fact... "I believe our mist islander friend may be a potential buyer for the Katana. If I am not mistaken, blades likle these originated there. The plating seems rather well done!" She said with an approving murmur, reaching into her bag.

She pulled out the blade she uaed when disguised as Margaret. It was a normal straight blade, one and a half hilt, with rubies set into the pommel and guard. "My own could use a new coat. Perhaps we can strike a bargain later." She thought out loud, setting the blade in sheath at her feet for now.

The reforged piece puzzled her: "Surely, a reforged piece must be worse than melting it down into a bar to be used anew in different manner? If the blade has shattered once, it may do so again, no? Wouldn't it have a more meaningful life as a shaving razor?" She asked, interested in the process.

"You have my attention, young one. If you have a piece of scrap weaponry or tool lying around, let me show you what I can do for you." She offered. She also produced a bottle made of obsidian glass, blowing into it. The inside of the bottle seemed to glow orange. She plugged the bottle with obsidian cork and handed it over. "A sample for the forge. Fair warning, this fire is three times as hot as a charcoal that is being blown at. It will melt iron, stone, and if she is not careful, the smith. This amount should last you for an hour, enough to get you hungry for more if you like it." She winked.