Sword

“It's a beautiful weapon you're wearing,” David asked Uras. Uras looked at David for a moment.

"I didn't think I'd find a brute-marked sword in a place like this," said David.

“It belonged to my father.” Uras looked at his sword, the hilt visible at the end of his cloak; He turned his eyes to Bilge's house. “They took it a long time ago,” he said. "It's strange that they've been taking the Ice people for thousands of years, but they've never touched the Burkut bearers," David said.

Uras avoided looking sideways from David. He didn't want to talk to a stranger about his sword. Still, he felt he had to say something. "It might not always work to carry a sword with the Bürküt mark. I didn't even know he had it until recently, anyway."

David nodded to her. “It might work. It wasn't always like this.” David touched the symbol on the sword on Uras' waist. A two-headed eagle." Sacred once among the ice peoples of Bürkut. Another symbol of the Lakeside. This sword must have met your father by