''-Ugh.'' Gemma groaned as she opened the chest. Why did that stupid dragon HAVE to swallow it? It was all sticky and weird, and her teammate and her had to wait for ages for the stomach acid's effect to wear off. ''I really hope this is worth it.''

Instead of the gold and jewels they all expected, the chest only contained a sword, lying on a dusty cushion. There was some kind of complicated symbol graved on the handle. Gemma cautiously took it, lifting it from the inside of the metal container. To her surprise, the blade started shining a vivid orange as soon as the fresh wind blew over it.

''-Waaaaah... It's good to take a nap. How long have I slept?''

''-What the actual hell?'' the adventurer yelled, dropping the sword.

Clang! The metal hit the ground, and the light turned violet.

''-Aouch! Is that any way to treat a millenial sword? Wait... Am I millenial? When... What... What year are we in?''

Therry, the team's most clever member (That wasn't a lot to say, honestly), crouched down next to the chest and inspected it closely.

''-I'd say it's been forged nearly three centuries ago. Can I see the sword?''

''-Naah! Don't let that dirty green man touch me!''

''-Hey! First of, I'm not dirty, second, I'm a goblin, and third,'' he scooped up the sword, which was now radiating green light, ''I'd say you're as aged as the chest. Conclusion, you aren't millenial. Catch!''

He tossed the sword to Gemma, who instinctively caught it.

''-So, three-centuries-old-sword, what's your name?''

The sword emitted a noise that sounded like coughing, and dramatically announced:

''-My name, O unknown knight, is Jeff, forged by-''

''-Wait, what?''

Gemma almost dropped the sword again.

''-Your name is Jeff? Who even named you?''

''-I'll let you know, knight, that I belong to Enid the Great, Ruler of all lands. She, of all, named me the way I am.''

''-That's a weird name. Also, who's that Enid?''

The sword let out what seemed to be a gasp, even though it had no visible mouth or nose or whatever, and turned blue.

''-You don't know Enid? How?! She is the most known ruler of-''

''-Yeah, yeah, ruler of all lands, you said that alrea-''

''-I know Enid! I know her!'' Therry said, happily jumping.

''-Hah! See? The goblin knows her!''

''-The goblin probably knows more on anything that the rest of the team.'' Gemma sighed.

''-The goblin has a name!''

The other two members of the team shared a look.

''-Well,'' Emmy said. ''Gemma, since you don't have a sword yet, guess that's yours now.''

''-I mean, that's the best choice.'' Logan raised his shoulders.

The sword turned violet again.

''-I'm not going to be hers all of a sudden! Give me back to Enid.''

''-I case you haven't realised,'' Therry chimed in, tapping the ground with his feet, ''Enid's probably in the afterlife by now. She lived more than three centuries ago. No one survives that long.''

''-I-''

''-It's that or you're back in the chest.'' Logan cut the sword off. ''Which do you prefer?''

''-Uh...''

The sword started glowing pink and fell silent, as if it was thinking.

''-I'll come with you, if you try and find Enid.''

''-Deal!'' Emmy shouted before anyone else could say anything.

''-Emmy! Now we have to do it, stupid pointy-ear!'' Therry hit her in the arm.

''-Don't call me that, green-skin!''

''-Hey, calm down!'' Logan stepped between the two before the argument could escalate. ''We'll do it, okay?''

The sword shined gold and let out what seemed to be a joy scream.

''-Yeeeaaaahhh! Let's go, adventurers! Go on, O my swordless knight. Find Enid!''

''-Jeff, I didn't agree to find that unknown Enid just for you to refuse to be my sword! Plus, you can't say no, or we'll leave you in the chest.''

Jeff huffed.

''-Well, O my not-so-swordless knight, go find Enid!''

The goblin, the elf and the human looked at each other.

''-Is she arguing with a sword?'' Emmy started.

''-A magic sword.'' The goblin pointed out.

''-Anyways.'' Logan looked at the sun, slowly descending in the sky. ''Let's go, we need to be in town before the sunset.''