By the power of the Maelstrom. By the light of the universe, by the souls of the earth. This dagger I see before me, hand crafted and unused, is potential. It has a fate, and its fate is the curse of these lands. Into it I imbue the power to go beyond that of mere steel, in the hope that it may one day save a life. By the Weaver I create it, as by the Weaver I live. May this dagger take all potential and change the world that binds it. May our paths never again cross, Gods willing.