A mythic sword thats only power is legend.
The tears of a blinded god created it.
A list of harmless (if sometimes annoying) potions.
A blade that lives, and has lived for millennia.
The story I am about to tell you is one of magic and of monsters, of bravery and courage, of good and of evil, but most importantly of Flame and he who wished to quench it - Old Cro, the story teller.
A small band of squirrels seems to be fighting high up in a tree over a shiny nut-sized object. Can you retrieve the prize without scaring the squirrels into running off with it? If they do, can you manage to chase them down?