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Standing in the messy captain's quarters of her ship, Olea stared down at the sharp, gleaming sword in her hands. She was in the middle of packing her bag to meet the Finder, and hadn't even changed out of her bedclothes. Yet, the sword which she usually kept tucked away in a corner caught her eye and begged for her attention. She knew how to use it, albeit rather clumsily. It had been her father's. She remembered playing with the sword when she was young, her father guiding her. The quest she was about to embark on would no doubt call end up calling for a weapon of some sort, in this case her sword. It would be smart and practical of her to bring it. Just strap the scabbard to her belt, grab her bag, and go. She sighed, setting the blade down on the wooden table. Resolving to make sure she grabbed the sword before she left, she turned back to packing her bag with a smile. She'd be late if she didn't leave soon, and she would be damned if she let anything ruin this adventure.