Ivor didn't look at the sword for long. He moved to the side of the clearing, unstrapped the sword, and easily pulled the blade from its black sheath. The long, slightly curved blade was clean and simple, catching the morning light. It was shaped like a flyssa, made for easy cutting, and felt surprisingly balanced in his hand.
He took some practice swings, slow then fast, to check the sword's balance and feel. It was perfect. The sword moved naturally, but he had to change his timing because the weight felt different than expected.
"It is very light," Ivor said.
Nara nodded quickly, "Yes it is."
Ivor gave him a clear, disdainful look. Weak swords often broke in the Scar, and a light sword was usually weak. Nara saw Ivor's look and quickly explained to prevent Ivor from distrusting the weapon.
