[ His chest heaves at the mention of a 'dear friend', a long-forgotten ache rearing its head back in for a second. Does she really not remember him unless under Thales's manipulations? And were he to try and jog her memories... would it force her back into that helpless state? As long as he can't be sure, he should not risk it. ]

I... recognized it, yes. [ His choice of words is deliberate, to better reflect the truth without revealing too much. ] The pattern around the edge is fairly common among Faerghan blacksmiths.

[ He's also seen one like it, the handle just as blue and encrusted with precious gems, one that has turned up in his scarce personal belongings in this world, but... is there any point in sharing as much? ]

In any case, blades are widely known as tools of destiny in Faerghus. I'd wager that might have been what your friend had in mind when choosing such an odd parting gift.

[ You know. If he had to take an educated guess and all. ]