~She looks at Larry in a surprised manner. But she kneels down and picks up one of the two blades.~ "I was raised with the wood-elves, but I have never seen..." ~She puts a pointed ear to the blade with a solemn look on her face.~ "This blade is either cursed or very unique indeed." ~She runs a finger along the edge of the blade.~ "No..." ~Looks up at Larry.~ "I can tell you that these blades are very young... Likely only a few decades old... They have not learned to talk yet. This could make things difficult." ~She chuckles~ "They are trying very hard though, listen to them hum!" ~She picks up the other scimitar.~ "Aha! Give me a moment please... It's been some time since I've read my native tongue..."
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
[This message has been edited by Killing Spree (edited 10-05-2001).]