(ooc: Waverider, FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT REBUILDING THE KFA. The One-Eyed Wolf is going to be an aerie-free tavern.)
~Looks over at Larry, picking up on his inquistive thoughts. She somehow too felt comfortable with her new scimitar. She'd forever kept her family Blade Of The Vines, but the scimitar was quick and managable. Though she reminded herself, at times she would need both blades. She then turns to Larry, watching as he examines the Katana.~ "As I've said, it belonged to my father, Cyrus Nightblade. If you'll notice the same scythe symbol that's on my wrist is at the base of the hilt. That will tell you that it originated with sea-elves. The blue aura it gives will also tell you that whatever power it would possess would be aquatic." ~She looks thoughtfully at her scimitar then at the katana.~ "I was never able to bring out what Nightblade could..." ~She then looks at the gray sky, absent-mindadely scratching Past's head.~
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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
