The years have left deep marks on this arrow, whose appearance is the most perfect work of art and an ancient relic. Shard gazed at the arrow in the redwood box, with whispers echoing in his ears. As the image of the arrowhead seemed to imprint itself into his mind, strange whispers and inexplicable thoughts urged him to immediately pierce the arrow into his own heart.
Shard craved the power of knowledge, and this arrow seemed to be yearning for the gaze of the Outlander.
He took a deep breath, focusing his mind to resist the influence of the relic. Extending his finger, he touched the cold and piercing golden arrowhead, and "her" voice echoed in his ears:
[Arcane Technique - Ancient Sound triggered, you have learned a tale from the First Era.]
