[ degar reaches out to take the sword, accepting it from finn.
it feels ... heavy in his grasp, but then he was never much of a swordsman even while he was in the peak of his hero days, preferring small blades, his magic, and his lute. mostly his lute.
right now it all just feels weird. ]
If he did, he had a really funny way of showing it. [ there's no bite to degar's tone. it's really more just ... tired.
there are probably a hundred more things he could say but all he does is find some flat table surface to lay the sword down, blood and dirt and all, and turns back to look at the kid. ] You okay?
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it feels ... heavy in his grasp, but then he was never much of a swordsman even while he was in the peak of his hero days, preferring small blades, his magic, and his lute. mostly his lute.
right now it all just feels weird. ]
If he did, he had a really funny way of showing it. [ there's no bite to degar's tone. it's really more just ... tired.
there are probably a hundred more things he could say but all he does is find some flat table surface to lay the sword down, blood and dirt and all, and turns back to look at the kid. ] You okay?