“Wow,” Layala said, inspecting the pommel made of ivory and inlaid with ivy-shaped jade stone. “It’s remarkable.” “I’m glad you like it. It’s yours.” Layala leaned back and looked at Kail then Thane. “Mine?” Thane smiled and nodded. “It was made by your father about a hundred years ago. There aren’t many swords forged by his hand left.”
