My grandfather has often regaled me with tales of your bravery on the battlefield. He spoke of this beautiful magearm and its incredible magical blasts... And how it left foes prostrated and helpless on the ground. Just look at it... What a work of beauty!
The dazzling gleam of the magestone, the exquisite craftsmanship of the silver filigree! Wait, it's not silver, is it? Is this mystium, the rare magical metal? I heard you can shape it with magic.
Back when I was young... There were mines in Briar Valley replete with mystium and magestones, all for the taking. We could be as extravagant with them as we pleased.
Hahaha! I'm sure that magearm appreciated being used every day rather than gathering dust hanging on a wall. I think I'll take it with me to my next abode. After all, the mountains are supposed to be quite cold and snowy in the Land of the Red Dragon.
