You know. Because of you, I always wanted to kill a dragon.
[Soren reaches for his sheath and yanks it off his belt entirely. Lifting it out in front of him, he quite calmly pulls the twisted blade out from it. Oddly enough, the steel glows when he holds it, seemingly to weigh it in his hands.
Hmm, he can't see his reflection in it, the rough shape it's in too twisted.]
I don't want to do that anymore. Count that one more thing I've failed at.
[He tosses both sheath and blade aside, letting them clatter harshly against stone. The glow remains on the sword, casting heavy shadows across both their features. Soren punctuating the gesture by bopping his knuckles after, shaking out both hands, no longer lit with magic]
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[Soren reaches for his sheath and yanks it off his belt entirely. Lifting it out in front of him, he quite calmly pulls the twisted blade out from it. Oddly enough, the steel glows when he holds it, seemingly to weigh it in his hands.
Hmm, he can't see his reflection in it, the rough shape it's in too twisted.]
I don't want to do that anymore. Count that one more thing I've failed at.
[He tosses both sheath and blade aside, letting them clatter harshly against stone. The glow remains on the sword, casting heavy shadows across both their features. Soren punctuating the gesture by bopping his knuckles after, shaking out both hands, no longer lit with magic]