[Zotar]

Drake already had plenty of his hand forged blades avalible. Drake offered some of his best blades to the stranger but the stranger turned them all down exept for two.
"What is that one?" he said pointing at one in the corner.
"Mine, thats what it is." said Drake "I made that one for myself. It's not for sale."
"It's Beautiful." said the stranger. "Have you got a name for it?"
"Doesn't have one yet, I was thinking something like 'Heartpeircer ' or 'Soulbraaeker'." Drake said reaching into a box behind a table. "But if you like that one, you might like its conterpart." he pulled a sheathed sword out of the box and handed it to the stranger. "Knock yourself out...but not literally."
The Stranger drew the blade. It was decorated in a simalar fashion to the one in the corner, but in negative colors. The stranger was deeply awed by the blade. He wispered, "Nega, Its name is Nega." Then he said, "How much do you want for it?"
"1,000 Slivers sir."
"I'll give you 2,500 Slivers young sir. A masterwork like this deserves more than than mere coin my boy. Were did you learn such skill?"
The stranger's offer left Drake speechless for a moment. 1000 Slivers was enough for a mule, but 2,500 Slivers was a field to plough it with. "I don't know what to say sir."
"Than don't say anything!" exclaimed the stranger setting a large sack of coins on the table. "I'll tell many of my fellows about you. Now lets see..." He began sorting 100-piece Slivers and counting them out of his money bag. Finally, when there were 25 of them, he stashed away his money bag and handed the bounty to Drake. "What is you're name young lad?"
"Drake, sir." said he with a little hesitation.
"Rant's my name. I think you've earned that coin today, Drake. Spend it well and may theifs know the edge of you're blade. Now, i must be off to battle."
And the stanger dressed in the garb of the empire departed to the West, the sword Nega slung over his shoulder, leaving Drake with almost as much money as village mayor.