"So," said Brunhild, casually striking a pose she judged to be quite dashing, "According to this map the giant rats are going to be – beyond this door!"
This deep, the cellar was filled with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. "Why does Chekhov even have such a huge cellar?" grumbled Kaergat. "The map makes it look like some kind of labyrinth."
"I told you so, I told you so," giggled Dandelion.
"I know, Dandelion," said Kaergat.
"Listen, can we talk about this?" said the shrill, metallic voice of the huge sword that Brunhild held awkwardly before her. The sword was embedded with jewels, wreathed in blue flame, and vibrated when upset, which it was doing now. Brunhild gripped it tighter, trying not to drop it.
"No," said Brunhild. "Swords don't talk."
"That's plainly untrue and also kind of hurtful," rang the sword. "Listen, I don't think we should be slaughtering these rats for no other crime than existing. How would you like it if you were a rat? Huh?"
"If I were a rat I would be stupid and I wouldn't have an opinion," said Brunhild.
"Rats are actually very—"
"Shut up! Whoever heard of a pacifist sword? I should return you to Verano and buy some rusty piece of junk from the pawn shop!"
"Yes you should!"
"No I shouldn't!"
"You just contradicted yourself!"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"Fighting her own sword," said Dandelion, shaking her head and grinning as she levered a barrel open with a crowbar.
"Leave those alone, Dandelion," growled Kaergat.
"Let me just check this one," said Dandelion, starting on another barrel.
"They're not going to have gold coins in them!"
"I was right about the rats, wasn't I?"
Kaergat facepalmed and said, "Can we just get this over with?"
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Draconic Sphere Ω
FantasíaBrunhild came to Aqua Profunda to escape the suffocating confines of dwarven clan and family life. There she found the adventurer's guild Feenschwanz, and new friends: Kaergat, also a dwarf and more to the point, an overly sober runic mage; and Dand...
