[A thin, long blade sits inside a long black scabbard on Mlynar’s hip. The sword’s hilt is a dark blue, entwined with golden metal and with a small black stone as its pommel. This elegant choice of weapon makes him quite unlike other members of the Kuranta race, who prefer heavy weapons like giant maces or carry massive shields that take advantage of their superhuman strength.

Using a single hand, Mlynar unsheathes the sword, which seems to gleam in the sunlight. This was, of course, by design. It’s meant to enhance his light-based Arts, and the blade even shines in the sun without being activated.]

I do have this thing, though I can’t say it’s nearly as benevolent as yours, nor does it have much use in times of peace. Given that any conflicts we knew back home are rather meaningless here, I think you got the better deal.

[The old Kuranta gives Astralin the first genuinely friendly smile with that statement. Much like Astralin, Mlynar is not one for smiles either. Still, the idea of a land where sinners like him could know some measure of peace seemed like more of a blessing than a punishment.]

I’m curious about how a farmer ends up in a situation where they fight off assassins though. And more curious still about how they’d fight. Perhaps once we reach town, a quick bite and light sparring might be in order?