"Give me a minute... Burven grasps the sword in one hand firmly, and closes the eye not covered by the monocle. Drifting a hand over it, he seems to be playing it like a lute with invisible strings. To his eyes however, streams of color start to drift and show more solidly as he settles them in more familiar patterns and says to himself, just about inaudibly What do you do?
As the lines start to fill into familiar patterns, Burven starts to speak up, then coughs, and continues "The blade is enchanted to be frosty and strike extra hard at those evil beings. It's a more powerful blade innately than most I've seen, but additionally, it's almost twice as strong against demons and devils."