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Morgan leaned against his staff in attentive manner, his remasked gaze looking from Violet. The information was new, of course, but the weight it held made Morgan glance sideways at Ixion before his attention was refocused onto Rose. [color=fff200][i]’A weapon that even immortals fear?’[/i][/color] The vampire’s thoughts were not concerned, or fearful. Instead, his mind turned the object mentally over  and over in his head, weighing the possibilities of a weapon. 

In his years of sniffing, the vampire had seen some magical enchantments. Some were mere play things, giving a weapon a mere element of nature or a small useful utility that proved to be useful now and then. Morgan grimaced at the thought of Blue’s magic when a blinding light had spilled from her sword hand. Some enchantments Morgan had witnessed had brought large platoons of men to their knees, threatening all present. Yet, this weapon had so much power and it coincidentally fell into their shaky alliance? 

Rose’s further commentary revealed even more to Morgan. [color=fff200][i]’Someone feared the blade enough to use a little insurance’[/i][/color] But with these answered questions, only more arose. Had Blue been so threatened she felt the need to use her Dirge? Did she know that the Fixer was coming? Was she slain for her blade? Why was The Fixer after the blade? Why had he given it up easily? [color=fff200][i]’If he’s as powerful as they say he is, we should have been dead.'[/i][/color] Morgan thought, his thoughts were becoming uneasy. [color=fff200][i]’Is The Fixer just waiting to see if this reclaimed artifact will bring more… what are they… Tools?’[/i][/color] His head whirling, Morgan leaned more heavily on his staff. He was tired, all of this excitement was beginning to wear on him. [color=fff200][i]’And to think I ended up here because I let my curiosity get the better of me’[/i][/color] Morgan mentally commented irritably, thinking back to the perch where he had been resting before his encounter with Blue.

The sniffer wearily brushed aside his thoughts as he voiced his observations to Rose, hopefully answering her questions. [color=fff200]“He only used one weapon - a long… spike, I guess is the best way to describe it.” [/color]A sigh blew from his pale lips, “Other than that, I believe all he used were his hands.” Turning to his newfound companions, he looked to see if they could add any more information…