[ he takes it, sets to looking at the make of the blade, the quality of the steel. he is delighted to find it well made. there was something here. the elvhen are not a story, and they might be restored. everything could be put to rights; theirs is not an impossible task. he holds the proof in his hand. ]
Duties to Mythal,[ he says, yes, he recognizes the vallaslin, still turning the knife over in his hand. he is no smith, but his wife taught him some things. enough to keep him busy now. ] She makes requests of you still?
[ before him stands a font of knowledge, correct knowlege, untwisted by a thousand years of mortal curiosity. anyone with any sense would be eager.
neatly, he wipes the prints from the blade before returning it as it was offered, handle first. ] The one who gave it to you chose well. It is well made- but I suppose you know that, after all these years.
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Duties to Mythal,[ he says, yes, he recognizes the vallaslin, still turning the knife over in his hand. he is no smith, but his wife taught him some things. enough to keep him busy now. ] She makes requests of you still?
[ before him stands a font of knowledge, correct knowlege, untwisted by a thousand years of mortal curiosity. anyone with any sense would be eager.
neatly, he wipes the prints from the blade before returning it as it was offered, handle first. ] The one who gave it to you chose well. It is well made- but I suppose you know that, after all these years.