[ WP ] A sketchy salesman attempts to sell a perfectly normal sword to the hero , passing it off as the sword of legends .

`` Hmm. What about that one?'' 
 
 The young man pointed at a humble looking thing hiding behind the more elaborate displays on the back wall of the arms trader. The trader in question, a man who is no stranger to a roast boar or three, looks at first with disinterest - but then lights up with a smile of reassurance. 
 
 `` Oh... Oh! You have a keen eye for detail sir! That blade is one of the finest in my collection. It may *appear* to be a simple thing, a product of unskilled hands, but it is not. It's edge is sharp and it strikes true!'' 
 
 The trader's belly shook in time with his rosy red cheeks, and as planned the naive young man bought into the story and gladly presented a purse full of coin. He emptied the entire thing onto the table and muscle memory alone had the trader grab the gold and put it back in his much larger purse. 
 
 At last, the silver tongued peddler thought to himself, I have finally managed to get rid of that useless old thing. Others may feel concern for this new adventurer, and may not have taken advantage of this lack of experience in weapons - but those people are fools! Only the coin counts. 
 
 The transaction complete, the young man walked out of the shop. That was supposed to be that, but the chipped old blade surprised both. The moment the sunlight hit it, the sword began to glow. 
 
 Before their very eyes the sword re-made itself. The chips disappeared, the stress lines in the metal melted away. Even the leather strap at the hilt regained it's colour, as if it were freshly replaced. Once the pommel reformed in what looked like the finest silver, encrusted with beautiful rubies no less, the tradesman began to feel sick. 
 
 The young man looked at his new blade with interest, but curiously was not as mystified as the trader - his mouth still wide open. He looked back at the bashful liar and simply nodded to him. 
 
 `` You are correct good sir, it *is* the finest blade in your collection. Quite the bargain I must say, I shall be sure to let all who require arms know that you are fair.'' 
 
 The words alone gave half the story, but the look in the young man's eyes showed a different picture than before. These eyes are experienced, and not swayed by trader talk. 
 
 The trader was left to curse himself, while desperately grabbing all of his collection and laying them out in the dying hours of sunlight.
