Michael spent the next few days training, practicing with his new blessing, and spending time with both his fellow former Stent soldiers, and those he’d grown close to in Gemini. He also took the time to have all of his equipment looked at by Gurndan who received the piles of metal with a scowl that didn’t shift even a hair after Michael handed him a gold. When he came back a few days later to retrieve everything, the dwarf gave him all of his things back, but hesitated as he went to hand him his mace.“What’s wrong?”“There’s something off with this.”“Off how?”“Off as in… off. The metal, the shape. There’s something different about it. Something is changing within it. I just can’t put my finger on it though.”Michael frowned as he picked it up and started turning it over in his hands. All it felt to him was familiar, but he decided to look closer and began to divine it. He saw a flash of gold lettering that quickly sputtered and faded.“I think… I think it’s getting a title.”The dwarf whistled. “A title? I only made that for you a few months ago. Though I suppose it was forged from the same metal as that ugly sword you had before. Did it have any other history before then?”“The smith had used my old sword from Stent as a base to make that one.”“Maybe the same materials along with always having the same user…” Gurndan mumbled a bit and trailed off as he looked at the mace. “Take good care of it.”“Is that how a titled item is made?” he asked. “Just use it for long enough and take good enough care of it?”Gurndan shrugged. “It’s a bit of a mystery. Weapons and armor receive titles more than anything else. Sometimes they’re used by a great man or woman. Sometimes they’re passed down over generations and gain a title. Sometimes they’re pivotal in a great event. I’ve heard people say that when the Humelands were united with an emperor he could actually imbue almost anything with a title (...)