"Mm. That weapon came from a civilization far more ancient than yours, you know? Very interesting one. Perhaps I'll go back and visit them..." He murmurs, trailing off for a moment, before continuing. "But first, as you requested... A khopesh." He says, and the hilt of a sword starts to rise from the floor. It came out like ripples spreading from a pond. First a jet black leather grip, followed by a curved blade of pure black metal, which had glowing red runes inscribed on each side.
"Now go. Finish my task, mortal."