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"what is this impeccable blade?" Erinya touches the cold steel, hands having long since touched it's ancient body. She notices the inscriptions, and with a faint smile, grips the handle harder.
"how careless a person must have been, to part with this."
A minute passes, Erinya besoted by her loot and stroking the blade.
"You are mine, now.." She whispered to her reflection in the metal, before laughing quitely and begining to walk away from it's previous owner's skeleton.
"Oh, how lucky I am indeed."