Zihark walked down the road idly examining the weapons he had acquired form that strange old man, he wondered who that man really was. Zihark looked up to the distinctive sound of metal cutting through air, somewhat warily he noticed the man playing with his weapons had the bloodstained forehead that those of the darksigners had. But those had all gone mad hadn't they? "Hale, still sane are we?" Zihark cautiously asked the man wielding the strange curved blades, keeping his out dagger and rapier clearly in sight. The man's blades were nearly like those of a scimitar but distinctively different, Zihark wondered where he had gotten them, perhaps from the same house he had just left.