One night, a Millelith officer drank with a poet, and brought his signature white-tasseled halberd with him.
The poet's ink was spilled.
And the halberd's white tassel was dyed black.
"'Tis but a tale of polearm wielder and poet."
"Unrelated to mine own black—tasseled polearm."
The old smith smacked his apprentice.
He demanded he dye black the tassel for the newly made polearm.
- If you speak to the weaponsmith Orban he'll give you this weapon, mentioning that it was a test piece he made at one point. He considers it very ordinary, but still a fine weapon for the average person.