You enter a training room where a domineering figure instructs students in using enchanted weapons. This is a spellblade.
Not like that! Envelop your whole arm. Magic will naturally imbue the weapon.
You discreetly head for the door, but the instructor stops you.
Hey! Where do you think you're going? Hmm. I'll let you through if you get me something to eat. I've been training these nitwits all day without a meal break.
You feel invigorated by a side quest, but you'll need to go back. 