The Lethander Sheath

Reina browsed through the “curiosities” sure that everything in the store was junk. Wandering down an aisle between shaky-looking shelves, she heard the sound of a whisper, like a gentle shush or a snake sliding among tall grass but all she saw was an empty scabbard. It was made with thick dark leather, stained darker in places. She picked it up to examine it and when her fingers touched the slick leather, she felt an echo of fierce hunger so strong that she gasped, nearly dropping it.

“Oh, nonono. Milady, let me assure you that you do not want to be having that in your house.”

She looked back to see that Jaqim, the store's bearded proprietor was standing behind her clutching at the front of his robes.

“Why not?” she asked.

"It's said to be cursed."

"Of course." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Then how about this? It's a Lethander sheath."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning it won't accept any sword but one. Lethander sheaths and sword are mated for life. And as you can see, this one doesn't have a sword."

"How much?"