"You?? You were able to lift my Sword??"

"But how? You are just a peasant! A nobody!"

"This makes no sense. My sword will not budge except for the worthiest and most purest of hearts. .. of which you obviously do not possess."

He scrutinizes you. Sternly looking you up and down while shaking his disapproving head side to side. He scrunches his nose, nostrils flaring.

"Look at you. Dressed in rags and reeking of baths not taken. Put my sword down NOW!

Begone! Some demon magic has fooled my eyes. A wizard's trick perhaps..."