He finished stuffing everything else into the pack before turning to face the shirt again. His emotions started to rise again but he forced them down without being overtaken another time. If he could steal from someone like this, why was it he was able to breakdown afterwards. He grabbed the shirt and put it in the pack in one swift motion, buckling the buckle and closing his emotion temporarily along with it.
"Nothing in this could possibly be mine, I wonder if the rest of it belongs to someone else as well"
He picked up the odd chain mail shirt he had been wearing and examined it for any sign of ownership. The shirt would be a masterful piece of armor if it could provide the amount of protection it appeared to offer. The shirt allowed for any amount of movement imaginable with it's many links. The material was unidentifiable, far to fine to be mythril, and much lighter too. The dark blue gave the shirt an unearthly look, it's lightness and smooth texture led to the same idea.
"What kind of person could make something like this"
His eyes roamed over the shirt taking in the detail of the links. Every one was identical to all the others, even in the degree to which they were bent. When he slid his hand over the white dragon-like symbol on the back he noticed something.
"They're not the same"
The links in the symbol appeared as if they were the same as the others, but he knew they were not. Whether it was the material or something else he could not tell. Ignoring the mysteries of what the shirt was for now he continued to look for any sign of who owned it. After awhile he gave up looking for mark of ownership and deciding it might even be his, it did fit him after all.
"They're not the same"
The links in the symbol appeared as if they were the same as the others, but he knew they were not. Whether it was the material or something else he could not tell. Ignoring the mysteries of what the shirt was for now, he continued to look for any sign of who owned it. After awhile he gave up looking for any such marking, it simply was not there. Everything on the shirt was flawless to the naked eye, perfect craftsmanship. With the search over he put the shirt on over the top of the thick black cloth shirt he still had on.
"If it wasn't for the symbol on the back I would sincerely believe this shirt was mine"
Out of curiosity he closed the shirt with the two hooks on the front. The shirt was an exact fit on every part of his upper body.
"I wonder where I got this from?"
"The owner of the pack could not possibly wear this."
He looked around at what was left for him to check through. The only item left was the sword that he had been carrying.
"I wonder if this will have any answers for me, or if it will just add more questions like the rest."
The sword he estimated to be a little over four feet in length, with the blade being three and a half feet long. He crouched down and picked up the loose baldric pulling the sword to him. The scabbard that protected the blade looked to be made of ancient leather. Matching the baldric in with its dull brown color it felt like it was still in good condition.
The hilt of the sword was breath taking. Silver wire wrapped around the grip before combining into the cross guard. There was a dark blue gem encased on the end by four silver brackets. A close look at the stone revealed it to look something like a large diamond. The cross guard was not fancy but made to withstand a lot of punishment. The hilt however showed no signs that the sword had not been used in combat. He grabbed the hilt with his right hand, finding it fit his hand comfortably.
He watched the blade as he drew the sword out slowly even though there was minimal friction between the sword and scabbard. The blade was made of tempered steel, again of a high quality of craftsmanship. The highly polished steel gleamed in the sunlight as he drew the sword fully free to see all of it. The blade was like nothing he had ever seen before. There had something written in it, but not engraved in the steel.
The letters took up two feet of the blade and two-thirds of the width. The writing was done in a way that made the letters look like flames. The steel had been replaced by material that matched the blue diamond on the end. It was as if the person that made the sword melted blue diamonds into the steel before he forged the blade. The only problem with that was blue diamonds didn't exist. The steel and blue gem formed together as if the whole blade was made of steel.
Coming out of the shock that the blade was made of two different materials he realized he hadn't even read what was written. The letters read Eargrif from the hilt to the tip.
"Eargrif"
"That's a woman's name."
He looked at the length of the blade and grip. He held the sword up with his right hand and felt its weight. A woman could not use the sword as a weapon. The length of the blade would cause a woman's smaller frame to be set off balance when she swung the sword. The weight alone would prevent most woman from being able to hold the sword upright with only one hand. He admired the detail in the letters one more time before replacing the sword to its scabbard.
He pulled the baldric over his head and adjusted it at his left hip. The hilt of the sword could be seen over his right shoulder, making it easy for him to grab. He picked up the pack making sure it was closed properly. He tightened the buckle before he placed it on his back. He took a final drink of water before setting off down the road again.
"A woman's name is better than none at all."
