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[color=aa0505]"Enchanted?"[/color]

The question was a little quiet, like an afterthought. Or maybe more like a thought spoken aloud without realizing. That fit better. Nicomede was looking at the slender blade that had gotten through Renar's defense with a tilted head, interest and curiosity obvious on his face. He blinked when he realized he had asked out loud. Normally self possessed he actually looked slightly uncomfortable to have intruded. Actually, his entire demeanor faintly suggested a man a little off his mental balance. After what everyone had experienced the night before— not that Nicomede knew about anyone else's dream yet— it wasn't hard to guess why.

[color=aa0505]"Forgive me for intruding, and please forgive me for not having caught your name."[/color] He bowed his head slightly to Lilia. [color=aa0505]"I'm Nicomede. But if it wouldn't bother you I'm curious about the question."

"When you parried, your blade seemed to have greater mass than it should."[/color] He touched the hilt of his own spada lightly, the similarity— and likely shared ancestry of design— between the two kinds of sword the explanation for his observation. [color=aa0505]"Is the blade itself enchanted? Or is it a function of the spellcraft you were employing?"[/color]

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