The glint of light reflecting off steel draws your gaze towards a sable sword. There it lay amidst the pale grass and sedge, a dark stain in a sea of green. Although it has been left here, no rust touched the blade and the edge is still sharp.

Your examination of this blade is interrupted when you hear a mysterious voice emanating from somewhere.

"Hail."

It seems to have come from the weapon in your hands. The sword continues. "It hath been long since I have had a master. Dost thou wish to wield me?"