Lyn walks over to the onyx sword and carefully wraps it in a silvery white cloth, picking it up. "Careful not to touch it..." he mutters to himself with narrowed eyes as he binds it in some twine. "There. Now I need to get to the ancient library of Pern to see if there's any report on it." He stood up and look at the others. Suddenly Lyn stopped moving and talking, a trickle of ash floating in front of his face. "What is that? Ash?" Quickly he checked the wind direction and sniffed the air. "Is there a forest fire upwind?" The elf gasped as his feet left the ground, along with a few trees, and they all began floating in the air. He shook the wrapped sword. "What magic is this? By the goddess, you stop this nonsense vile sword!"