Henry takes the halberd from Tregar with a hushed reverence. The very look of the weapon speaks of its quality. He swings it around to the guard position, haft up, blade down then, with barely a pause, reverses the swing to deliver a horizontal cut at head height followed by a leg swipe, and a return to guard.
A tear forms in his eye as he realises what he is holding. "Master Tregar. This is a marvel. I have heard of weapons like this but never thought to see one, let alone posess one. You do me great honour."
He bowed, hand to heart, to honour the maker.
"If you will permit, I would accompany you to the temple. I wish to dedicate this halberd to the Soul Forger and to pledge my heart and my arm to the coming struggle."
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Tregar nods and says, "Yes, let's go with haste" as he closes the door behind him, locking the smithy up and marching to the temple.