-The sword, surprisngly seems to be only a bit heavier despite the material used to fix it weighing a considerable amount. A sleek, reddish silver blade with circular marks on the hilt, it looks keen enough that it could effortlessly slice through wood, if not something stronger.-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Kris: Because, well... You're classifying my illusions... As illusions.
And it's so easy when you're evil... This is the life for me, the Devil tips his hat to me...-Apart from what's been said, if one were to look after the blade and not do anything reckless, like, say, try to cut rocks with it (although it very well could be possible), it'll probably remain sharp...probably an absurdly long time.-
Wren: -pauses for a moment as he stumbles across Cerule and Imca and blinks at the former's eating habits- ... ...Uh. Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Cerule:-Pauses-
...
Okay.
-Does eat it slow. Ridiculously slow, in fact-
-Does look like she's enjoying it a bit more this time-
Cyan: Only point I see here is on this new sword of mine.

Cerule:-Eagerly watches, her lizardy tail wagging back and forth in anticipation-
Cyan: Don't you use it?