I'll admit... [He unsheathes one of his daggers, then turns it. It's polished; reflective. He can see his face in it, now behind a helm. The dragon's head portion can slide down, like a visor.
He leaves it up.] ...it has a style, all put together.
[Then Vax looks up. He raises an eyebrow.] You had a specific sword, then? ...It didn't talk, did it?
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He leaves it up.] ...it has a style, all put together.
[Then Vax looks up. He raises an eyebrow.] You had a specific sword, then? ...It didn't talk, did it?