Quel'Shalla. That is the name the magic whispers to me. I can only assume it was made for an influential sentinel, or warden. I wonder if perhaps... <Lydros reaches out and his fingers idly brush the blade as he speaks. As soon as his skin touches the metal, he freezes.> Wait... No... wait... there is something else here. Darkness. I... I cannot continue. Please, take the blade from my sight at once!
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