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He grunted as he dismounted, idly tossing the reins over a branch. The horse was trained well enough that moving from this spot wouldn't even cross its mind. The beast lowered it's head to much on the grass around the base of the tree.

Indrau nodded at the question, the sword would be fine and Indrau had mulled over the results of the trapped sigil on the tree. The damage to the surrounding area had not touched him or anything behind him, something more focused and not so indiscriminate should be wholly blocked. "The sword doesn't stop magic, it devours it entirely."

After the incident with the tree the blade had fairly hummed with energy and something like an awakened hunger for more.