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Larry Silverfall
Morgie's talking snapped him out of the daze.
Larry ran over and grabbed the candle, and shoved it into a pocket. He finally had it! It was his again! He could not believe it.
Then he looked back over his shoulder at the sword that laid there...a temptation. He had to have it as well. He scurried over to the sword and began to reach for it...hesitating for a moment before taking it in his hand at last. It was ice-cold to the touch. A familiar feel that spoke of its buried powers and the fact that the spirit of Chani's dad was in there still. He tested its memorable weight, swung it back and forth a moment, and realized that he felt right at home...and most important was this. There was no murderous feelings come over him, no impending doom weighing down on him, no screams haunting his ears from Mistral in protest. It was all very...normal.
He tossed the sword that Morgie had borrowed to him back.
"The sounds tell me that we'll be fighting our way out of here. You'll need your sword back. Feel free to take whatever will help you from this room. Its the only way I can repay you for the service you provide. Its sorta my treasure anyway..."
He looked about but realized something was wrong.
"Where's Joseph?"
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