[Well, well, well. A fan of fairness. Fëanor can respect that, although he's loathe to put his own blade away, simply because he knows there will be known to rival it.
But he walks over to the weapons rack, and goes through it quickly. Quicker than one might think, but his eyes are trained to spot any deficiencies, any weak spots, any flaw at all. He tests one sword, then another, and finally chooses a short sword.
It doesn't look particularly impressive, but he judges it to be the best of the lot. The smile is still on his face when he turns to face the other.]
Yes, it seems like that's what they're looking for, after all. Shall we dance for them?
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But he walks over to the weapons rack, and goes through it quickly. Quicker than one might think, but his eyes are trained to spot any deficiencies, any weak spots, any flaw at all. He tests one sword, then another, and finally chooses a short sword.
It doesn't look particularly impressive, but he judges it to be the best of the lot. The smile is still on his face when he turns to face the other.]
Yes, it seems like that's what they're looking for, after all. Shall we dance for them?