> Make our way over to the bar, studying the foreign sword as much as we can without tripping over a stool or a table or another patron on our way.
>You make your way to the bar, studyign the sword. It's a large, heavy thing compared to your own weapons, clearly designed to rely on mass to back up its edge. Or edges, rather, for it has an edge on both sides. The hilt has a curious decoration on it that serves as a decoration, and it has a sort of crosspiece as a handguard, rather than the disks that domestic swords use. You can't really see from here, but the temper of the sword seems off, as though they didn't quite use proper techniques to forge it. This being said, it doesn't seem as though it's a bad weapon, quite the opposite, but it appears to have been made the same way one would make a kitchen knife or a metal plate.
>You reach the bar, and the woman in black, Nue, looks over. "Oh hey, I remember you. From the whole Taoist thing, right?"
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