In the Garden of Steel Flowers

You say in Agatean: I would like to collect my katana, Master Wan

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: The touch of a samurai should be as precise as the blade of Maki himself.

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: Do not dishonour your blade.

You hand over some money.

Wan Bending Reed gives a dark amber saya to you.

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: May your new blade serve you well.

Small golden sparks fly from your Bolshevik as the hammer clashes with the anvil.

The musical ring of fine steel meeting fine steel drifts in from the dojo.

>look saya

Slim and subtly curved to match the katana, the thin wood of this scabbard has been finished in dark amber lacquer. A golden brown silk shigeo cord wraps around the saya near its throat to attach it to the wearer's obi. Elusive reflections flit through its depths, as though in the darkest of mirrors encountered in a waking dream.

It appears to have something written on it.

It could sheathe a katana.

The dark amber saya contains: an endless summer katana.

It is in excellent condition.

>read saya

You read the dark amber saya:

Written in elegant characters in Agatean:

It is by the command of Winswand that I was made.

>draw katana

You draw the endless summer katana from the dark amber saya into your left hand and right hand.

You are already holding an endless summer katana.

>look katana

The length of a grown man's arm and lethally sharp, with the slightest of curves to the gleaming edge, this katana bears a pattern of fireworks worked into the folded steel. The long hilt, shaped and balanced for use in one hand or two, has been wrapped in amber leather. The maker's mark, a single reed gracefully curved by an unfelt wind, is engraved on the simple steel disc of the tsuba behind the blade.

It appears to have something written on it.

It is in excellent condition.

Your Ding A Ling chimes a muffled melody.

>bow to wan

You bow to Wan Bending Reed.

You say in Agatean: Thank You, Master. I will strive to honour the blade and its maker.

The musical ring of fine steel meeting fine steel drifts in from the dojo…