The Sword Master

Inspecting the sword, you see nothing out of the ordinary, besides its apparent dilapidated condition. The blade is brittle and rusted, while the hilt's leather is crumbling under your touch. Its pommel is surprisingly intact, with delicate engravings along the rim. It says: H. C. On top of it, the Lordaeron emblem inside a crescent moon can be seen. Maybe this is the owner of the sword. If fortune is on your side, he also has the necklace.

Do you wish to have a fine blade forged for you? I am afraid I have to disappoint, my smithing days are over. A memory of this long forgotten place is all I am now.

This sword is etched deep into my consciousness, something I cannot forget even if desired. Should your time allow it, let me tell you the story of my finest pupil.