"And those damn drunks, throw them into ice water for me. Now allowing you to drink and hold banquets is the greatest grace I've given you; don't push me to anger!"
Lurik's authority made the group of dwarves immediately stand up straight, and the alcohol in their bodies was almost sober.
With Lurik's arrival, the banquet was nearing its end, and the dwarves began tidying up.
Lurik came to Kana's side, holding a sword in his hand.
"Come, take a look."
Kana looked at the sword and immediately sobered up, quickly taking it.
He found that the original scabbard had been replaced with one made of silver and an unknown material.
It became subdued and simple, still bearing simple patterns on it.
Kana touched the scabbard, feeling as if some kind of magic was attached even to the scabbard.
It seemed capable of providing some maintenance to the sword.
Grasping the hilt, he slowly drew the sword.
