Bell looks to the gnome, and then looks to the sword, and then looks to the gnome again. He's just a minstrel. . . this is a delicately attuned device. Then again, it doesn't seem like the residents of Haurton kept it in proper shape and that didn't phase it. Must be polite, after all, bards write the histories. She gingerly offers the sword.
"Careful. This once belonged to one of the founders of Haurton. I have not yet been able to research it's full history or discover all it's abilities but it will try and attune to any arcane tonal signals you give out."