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[i][color=bc8dbf]”What is an opera? And just how many like me are kept there?”[/color][/i] It replied with a seemingly genuine curiosity. 
[i][color=bc8dbf]”
Right 

Right again.
We are getting close”[/color][/i]

The sword seemingly grew lighter in Yvain’s hand. At the same time it fell into a contemplative silence. What gave Yvain the idea that the sword was thinking, and if she was right to assume so, was just another of its many mysteries. A moment later it spoke again before she could get a word in. 

[i][color=bc8dbf]”We don’t need titles. You don’t need to address me when you want to communicate, I hear all your thoughts and words anyway, and well, I can’t speak to anyone else so if you hear my voice it is safe to assume I am talking to you.”

“But.... 
what we’re the names of these other magic blades kept at the operas?”[/color][/i]