[Now that it's been reforged, Svanhild sees no practical purpose in hanging it in Jorrvaskr as a token trophy. Though she'd have just as soon not dragged it into another world away from the Companions. She pulls it back out, holding the weapon out for inspection and admiration. It's a fine piece and she's yet to smith its equal, though that is a goal to aspire to. There's no mistaking her pride in the weapon itself. She realizes these names will have no meaning to all these strangers, but that matters not; they have meaning to her. More than anyone else in Nirn, she recognizes the power of words, the power of names.]
no subject
[Now that it's been reforged, Svanhild sees no practical purpose in hanging it in Jorrvaskr as a token trophy. Though she'd have just as soon not dragged it into another world away from the Companions. She pulls it back out, holding the weapon out for inspection and admiration. It's a fine piece and she's yet to smith its equal, though that is a goal to aspire to. There's no mistaking her pride in the weapon itself. She realizes these names will have no meaning to all these strangers, but that matters not; they have meaning to her. More than anyone else in Nirn, she recognizes the power of words, the power of names.]