The Whistling Sword

Amidst the plains of the Eastern Shaar there lived a small human blacksmith, whose nearly dwarven height did not do his soul justice.  Though a skilled weaponsmith, his true gift was his ability to whistle a heartfelt song that could cause a grown man to cry like a newborn.  Only a reclusive mage shared and enjoyed time with the diminutive man, however, as others could only see his small size as a source of amusement.  Deaf to the smith's song because of their own prejudices, their ridicule slowly grew into cruel torment which eventually persuaded the light-hearted man to leave his home forever.  Before he left he forged this weapon as a gift for his one friend, who also enchanted it during the making.  Thus the blade sweetly whistles to its wielder when unsheathed.  It was not long after that the mage also deserted the small town in disgust, taking the sword with him on his journeys.