It was an expedition in the magoi Jungle, in the trees and vines you met Bergt, a pure northern sergal with white and gray fur. You and the rest of your and his regiment march on for a while before deciding to camp for the rest of the night "Sooo that sword of yours" Bergt said trying to make conversation "It smells.. funny, it doesn't smell like any metal I know of" Bergt sniffed the air seemingly more interested in the sword of yours