[ It is, as it happens, a very plain sword, scratched and worn down and gaining its rust. Honest observation beyond Haggard's castle, where good men keep that one endless light bulb in the sky, reveals as much.
Lir stares at it, then at the dragon, then the sword again - somewhat (possibly) embarrassed. ]
I suppose it doesn't matter whether I'm armed well or poorly. If a hero must slay you, then a hero must slay you.
/ later than a wonderland rabbit...
Lir stares at it, then at the dragon, then the sword again - somewhat (possibly) embarrassed. ]
I suppose it doesn't matter whether I'm armed well or poorly. If a hero must slay you, then a hero must slay you.