Jarl Gunvaldsen's sword — a terror to behold. The double-edged, basket-hilted bastard sword bears numerous sharp teeth along its edges, guaranteeing a deep cut if the blade's swung properly. Its shaft has been fitted with a heavy pommel to allow it to be thrust like a rapier, and two large sapphires have been fitted into the crossguard. But what's most unsettling about this weapon is the eternal blue frost that coats the blade, glittering in the light and leaving faint tendrils of mist in its wake.
A singular inscription in gold leaf winds its way about the hilt: "To my husband with love, T."