[ Don't give Ardbert too much credit.

He does remember the survey and had taken it for lack of any other option. It had called him a strange name, a "scrub" if he recalls correctly. He's not sure what that's supposed to mean in the given context. Scrubbing was something you did while cleaning, was it not? ]

I thought about doing as it said, but didn't get around to it. [ The admission comes with a sheepish smile as he rubs at the back of my neck. ] It seems you were at least rewarded for your hard work.

[ He has no idea what a shopping mall app is, but he gets the general idea now and that's good enough for him. He shifts around so that he can get a better look at the sword and its pommel, head tilting this way and that as he considers how it might function. Some manner of magic must be involved... ]

Only one way to find out, I suppose. And that's assuming that this isn't some cruel prank and it doesn't actually do as they claim.

[ He'd like to hope not, but it isn't as if they know the true motivations of the people sending them cryptic messages. ]