[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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It didn't seem like the hologram was sentient. The orc leaned side to side while it was talking and it didn't react to it, only when he had the spear, a message from the long departed. 

From what he could figure, this spear had a stained past. Whoever was named Lukman was clearly very attached to the spear, and likely a good warrior to back its mythical status, but something had happened that made both the owner, the hologram to harbour such conflict towards this spear. For the elves, these objects and artifacts had a romantic notion to them as if they too are also human, and their legacy are tied to that of their owners. Tillius couldn't say he fully understood the sentimentality, but the blade clearly was in good shape, so its story continues to be written. Like that elf said, he ought to use this for the purpose of good, whatever that means with this group of adventurers. 

Tillius spent a couple more minutes than the rest looking over the quality of this nifty weapon he just acquired. Even with just a whiff, the air already cried pain. It's a good weapon, something he would have loved to have possessed back in his service. And better yet, since it was made by elves for elves, the weight of the weapon was nowhere near heavy enough for him to be used with two hands. It wouldn't hinder his ability to use it in conjunction with the shield, unlike the two falchions that actually required two hands to use to its fullest extent. However, he is at the limit of his capacity. 

Finally, he joined back the group. Like Rezello, he caught the tail-end of the conversation. Letting the lads have the discussion of whether or not they should carry around that skull that could potentially put everyone in jeopardy, Tillius stood by Rezello. 

[color=39b54a]"Out of curiosity, how good are you with spears? Or twin swords?"[/color] He said to the man, still looking at the group hurdling in the workshop.