"Doesn't ping as Evil," murmurs Seelah. "But I don't know if my spell works on talking swords."

"Do your legs in point of fact hurt, Finnean?"

"My whole body's a little sore. I think it's from all the time I spent trapped under the rubble." 

"Since you didn't report a problem with waving your arms, perhaps you could clap your hands?"

"Of course!"

The sword morphs into a strange foreign weapon that vaguely resembles two wooden rods linked by a chain and clicks the rods against each other. "See? I'm doing it right now!"

"That's admittedly not something I expected you to be able to do but it does not, visually speaking, appear to involve hands, nor, auditorially, sound like them."

"Here, I'll wiggle my fingers for you—"

(The no-longer-a-sword does not have anything resembling fingers.)

Nenio chooses this moment to wander back over to Blai's group. "What do we have here? It appears to be a magic item of quite potent power!"

"I'm sorry, whatever it is you're asking me about, I can't see it."

"She is talking about the weapon from which we all perceive your voice emanating. May I pick it up, as a demonstration?"

"Sure, that's fine...?" (The not-currently-a-sword's voice sounds confused.) "Be careful, though, I'm a full-grown man! Don't hurt yourself trying to lift me."

"Noted," says Blai, and he picks up the nunchucks.

"Wow, you must be really strong!"

"That is not my understanding of the situation."

Scribble scribble scribble. "Fascinating. Tell me, boy, do you have any unusual weapon-related magic powers?"

"Oh, sure! I'm what my people call a phantom blade — I can use the power of the spirits to transform my weapon into other forms, depending on what I need in the moment. See, here, I'll show you—" He transforms into a longbow. "...But I don't see what that has to do with what we were talking about?"

"How fascinating. Among your people, is this a power that typically manifests among humans? Is it considered a type of sorcery, or something else?"

He sounds offended. "Of course not! I would never dabble in something like that. But to answer your other question, I was far from the only person in my village who could do this, and every last one of them was human."

"...well. Can you do cold iron?"

"Yes, of course! I can also give my weapon the power to strike evil spirits as though they had solid form."

"That's very useful." He glances around at the party. "Do any of you suppose you'd like to have that kind of ability close to hand?"

"My sword is cold iron, at least for now..."

"If you're— if your weapon is a bow, do your arrows come out cold iron?"

"Yes! That's one of my favorite tricks." 

He sounds very proud of himself.

"That would be great, then. I've been going through a lot of cold iron arrows fighting all the demons."