~She pulls from her tattered cloak a blue-tinted Katana and sighs.~ "It was Nightblades, and I have reason to believe it is the third blade in this equasion. I suppose I didn't think of it before because it's all I have left of my father's. Take it, I believe it will give you the answers. In the sea-elven tongue here you will see an inscription, it reads:
"Two of the forest, one of the moon, one of the sea, one of the dune...
Two unknowing, one quite aware, one stands aside, one is not there...
One to remember, one to keep, one for the day, and one for the sleep...
Three unsure, one with theory, one suicide, two without query...
One for hope, one for sense, one for chaos, none were sent...
One of the night, one of the day, one in the right, two will stay...
One of the blade and one of the vine, one of my home, two will be mine..."
~She shakes her head.~ " But I think if you would give your scimitars to the ones of lineage, and you were to keep this katana, all would be at peace. I don't know why, but I believe it."
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
