Yes, Liara decides, it's silly of her but that will not stop her now. She had found the ancient, broken warp blade and had been holding it for the last hour as she explored the store. Leaving it behind would be sillier. An honest to goodness warp blade from the late 2nd century and from Armali! Her grandmother had owned a warp blade like this one, Benezia had shown Liara once in a meld her own fascination as a child when her mother lit it with biotics, using perhaps a bit more flare than strictly necessary for opening the letter that was on hand for the demonstration. The blades themselves were folded and honed, worked for decades and shaped into the most beautiful patterns. This one looked like molded flames and if it worked would look like dancing water. Liara quietly turned the blade over and over as she looked at the carvings and inscriptions, all in Armic although the handle has one image on it. Liara smiles lightly at the two naked figures there. She hopes that someone at home can fix it, or knows who to contact at the guild halls to fix it. More a work of art than anything else, this one. It would be like sheet music that no one can remember how to read if left dead. She happily buys it and tucks it into her bag