and went inside. There were thousands of them stacked on special holding racks but my eyes immediately went to an exceptionally fine looking one at the center of the room. I picked it up and unsheathed it admiring the incredible workmanship and swung it around to feel its balance. Yup! This was the one I wanted. I would use this and no other at the time of Ragnarok.

Re-sheathing it, I turned to walk out when a gruff voice called out." You going to pay for that or what?"

"Huh??", I turned to see who it was. A squint eyed dwarf was staring back with his finger pointing at the sword. "Nope..I was told I could have whatever I desired here by Forseti so Im taking this sword."

The dwarf looked irritated and moved towards me to take back the sword and I wasnt going to be parted from it, so a struggle ensued. I pulled the sword away from him and lifted it up in the air out of reach as he tried to pull and grab it back. Just then a couple entered in the door. It was Mist and a relatively handsome looking man with one hand and they both just stood there laughing at what must have seemed to be a comical situation...