Gathering Information, redux

Humphrey stared down at the weapon, furrowing his brow. 'Icy Bronze' was carefully laid on the table, and the old wizard looked particularly disturbed looking at it "No doubt it is enchanted" he tapped it lightly with his wand "Very old magic. According to what you told me about it, it sounds like something...cursed. A weapon that can drain the very life of those it strikes. A weapon that feeds on pain"

He lifts his eyes to look at him "You shouldn't use this. I don't know what that dark enchantment might do to you. In fact, I think it is best if you leave it here with me. I will keep it secured, and begin the necessary rites to see it destroyed. Some things were never meant to be."

Very well. I had a feeling, this was something of woe. I will leave it with you then.

What can you tell me about this, Will asks, raising the ancient two-handed sword, and holding it parallel, Will’s gauntleted hands beneath the blade.

"Another bronze sword" Humphrey looked with interest upon the sword "It is definitely ancient, and so immaculately preserved. That alone tells me it's magical" he taps his wand against the metal again, and chants a short spell under his breath, before looking at Will once more "Yes. Definitely magical. I don't get the same sense of darkness and cold from it, so that's already a good start. There's something intriguing about it though..." the old wizard looks at the blade transfixed for a long, long moment, before finally snapping out of it "Well, i wouldn't like to deprive you of a second weapon. Keep it with you. Once I finished examining 'Icy Bronze', I can get around to this one"

Will takes back the two-handed sword.

Thank you, Humphrey. You’re a good soul, to my associates and to me. The other day, you mentioned that you might have some potions? Those could surely help us on the next leg of our adventuring journey.

I hope Stefan is faring well today.

"Of course, of course! I already packed them for you this morning" he turns his head, and calls out to the back of his shop "Stefan. The potions, please!" The young boy has recovered so quickly from his ordeal that he has all but forgotten about it. One of the advantages of youth. He carries a small wooden box and hands it to Will, inside which are four healing potions, sitting between rolls of cloth to keep them safe while carrying them around "It's the least I can do for you. Stop by in a few weeks time, I will be able to tell you much more about 'Icy Bronze', and render any other aid you might require"