Finn walked toward the edge of the residential landmass, his hands still tucked casually in his pockets. He paused for a moment and looked toward a young man in the crowd who was holding a subpar iron sword.
It was a mass produced weapon, likely bought for a few coins from a common forge. Finn reached out his hand and gestured toward the blade with a playful grin.
"Friend, lend me that piece of steel for a moment," Finn said, his voice light. "I want to show the people here that I can use a normal Arcanist sword. It would be a waste to use a soul weapon on such a fine occasion, afterall."
The young man looked confused, but the sheer presence Finn exerted made him hand over the sword without a word. Finn twirled the basic blade in his hand, testing the balance and feeling the imperfections in the metal. It was a subpar tool, but that only made the prospect more interesting to him.
