[Lloyd makes room for them in the door, almost vibrating with excitement, his eyes flicking between looking at them properly and resting on the sword at Kratos's waist.]

When the sun went through it, it looked like it had fire in it. Man, what I wouldn't give for a sword like that.

[Well, how can Kratos deny such enthusiasm? Kratos doesn't enter the house, but draws Flamberge again, so Lloyd can see the finely honed metal and the flame in its depths. The sun is high enough now to catch on it again, sending ripples of blue and gold shadows across stone, and Colette gasps.]

It's imbued with fire-mana, yes; it was forged from a meteorite -- a very long time ago. It's ... a family heirloom.

[One day, if he can -- he wouldn't mind being able to give it to Lloyd.]