"This should have been in your hands," Nakhakantan said as he saw his brother enter his room. "You are a better warrior than me." he was sitting on his bed with the sword sheathed in its jeweled scabbard. Nakhakantan was still fascinated by the scabbard. The crafting was exquisite. He was looking at it back and forth.
It is said that the scabbard was crafted two hundred years ago by Jorf. He was the finest at his time. There was no one better than him, before or after him. He made scabbards and blades only for kings and princes. This particular case was his last work and unarguably his best.
"Father has chosen you, brother, not me. You are no less a warrior, Kanyan. Your sword skill is far better than mine. No wonder Firecrusher is in your hands." Nakhapadman shrugged. He was equally h
