~Shakes her head.~ "No... This is not right... This writing has been smeared on the grip... It's been handled a lot despite its age. Unfortunate." ~Looks at Deiter.~ "What race is your elven half Deiter?" ~She smiles at him.~ "Normally I'd take a guess but the light is dim and I'm rather enticed by these swords."
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
