Exton

Ob slowly removes the blade from it's sheathe. Allah's Light. The story of how the Romanavich came by the blade is a long one. At the moment it is just good to know the blade is at hand. he lays the curved blade gently across his arm, showing it to Traeger and Pandora.

"Many think the enchanted blades are passed to the strongest warrior of a hero's line. Most aren't. Oh, there are a few. but most... no. This blade is passed to the musicians."

He swings the blade, and light glows along its arc. The blade sings as it cleaves the air.

"May the Gods help those who come against us. Goddess and Herne bless the Hunt for Alise."

With a sighs he mutters, 'I wish Silk was here."