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That much was fair, A weapon like that would certainly draw the eye of those more power hungry.

“I simply wish to know whether it’s broken or not, if you don’t know that’s fine.”

Hopefully, that would be lightly enough, though there was still a heavy air of discomfort coming from the man. While he won’t press on it for the sake of the other, something about his nervousness about the situation strikes the witch as a little more than just hearing rumors of the cursed sword.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t really have any reason to possess such a thing. Nor do I have any of the skills to hunt it down.”

“That much I am uncertain of.” He wasn’t around for it, but the rumors were that the swords were destroyed and the Alexandra kids seemed to have confirmed this. Still, he’d only believe it when he sees it. The swords had done too much for him to just rest easy in the so-called knowledge that they were gone. They had a pesky habit of coming back and finding the next fool to claim them.

“There are rumors, but as with the nature of such things, they are unsubstantiated.” He needed more than just the word of two people, especially those so taken by the swords, he needed to see it.

“So say many,” he starts, brows knitting at the man’s insistence that he had no reason to possess them. Had Raphael no good reason to possess them once upon a time? And yet he sought them as if they were the Holy Grail itself. Possessed by a desire to claim something so great and bend it to his own warped will, “but that does not mean it is fact.”

This just kept getting worse, didn’t it?

“Then the idea of me possessing it is even lower. I’m no fighter.”

Would malfestation ever truly be cured? While he does hope so, the powers that this sword seemed to have makes the chances of it devastatingly low.

Even so, since it does seem to be a curse, Lauriam could at least find a way to weaken the spell’s effects in case he does have to try curing it from someone in the village.

                               I gave it complete control.                                    Led a long way down…

Could his fear be unfounded... For once?

“I can relate to that.”

Finally, he gives her a much more welcoming smile. Now that he feels like he can her a chance at trust, he might as well give her his name, at least.

“-Oh, but where are my manners?”

Now he shifts the weight of the crate in his hands so that he can hold it in one hand without shaking the bottles and other materials inside too much, allowing his other hand to reach out to the newcomer.