I Bought A Sword

The title says it all....

I went to Concord Mills on Tuesday with no real objective, but for some reason I felt the need to enter Black Lion... not really sure why, it just sort of happened. I had looked at the swords and daggers two weeks ago when I was there, but they hadn't crossed my mind much again until an unusual series of events occured which lead me to be extreamly drawn to the area where they were, more than just a casual glance this time. I had made a decision that a certain sword was to come home with me, so I went to find the annoying BlackLion employee who had been pestering me most of the evening and had her to open the case and get the sword out for me. After having my ID checked 4 or 5 times the sword was mine and I began asking myself exactly why I purchased it... purchase of fate? purchase of stupidity? purchase of "this thing is so fucking cool"? who knows... anyway, I don't have any regrets about buying it.