[ The portrait only gets a passing glance, a brief thought about whether that's his parents and how it even got here, before his gaze fastens on the sword. He hasn't seen many swords at all, but especially not one like that, not even in paintings or books. His eyebrows raise, his lips part, silent in wonder for several seconds as he approaches the table.
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That's gorgeous. ]
Err-- Sure. What you got?