Ah, the Whispering Blade—yes, I’ve heard its name whispered in the taverns of old. It promised glory, but every wielder fell to its curse, their triumph turning to tragedy in a single, bloody night. It’s a tale that gnaws at the very marrow of a good story, a reminder that glory is often forged in fire and sacrificed on the altar of destiny. If you’re curious, I have the old rulebook that spells out its sinister powers. Don't be fooled, my friend, by the glint of that blade.