So they were getting close. Yaaaaay. She wished she had some general idea of how strong the man they were pursuing actually was. Well, actually, she did: strong enough that he killed a whole scout force by himself. She could only hope he had done that through subterfuge and surprise, because if he hadn't she was just going to have to rely on getting the drop on him or getting lucky. It was a good thing, then, that she was "blessed" with an inordinate supply of good luck.

To take her mind off that she focused on the question...sword, she guessed... had asked her. "[i]Opera isn't a place, it's a performance. Entertainment. Like a play, but every word is sung. And it's sung in old Elvish, so most of us younger delves have to read the plot in a book before it starts.[/i] It was pretty, but it wasn't her thing. Mostly old legends about war and romance, betrayal and revenge. A whole lot of betrayal and revenge. 

[i]"There was Mourning Lily. It was stabbed into the heart of a Matriarch and froze her in magic sleep, so her favorite concubine had to go on and arduous quest to find a way to break the spell. I'm pretty sure that one was just an allegory. Most of them are. Tusk was this wicked sword wielded by the queen of the hobgoblins that inflicted wounds that never stopped hurting. Crownseeker was an sword that was used so many times in coups and assassinations that it developed a taste for noble blood. Durenadal was used by the king of the High Elves during the great war thousands of years ago, some unbreakable hold sword that could never be defeated, but the first Queen managed to seduce the king and steal it. That one I think is real. I heard it was locked up in the palace vault somewhere."[/i]

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