Shrugs. "Sure."
He retrieved the sword from the fireplace, it was still glowing bright red, making a gesture with his hand.
"brisingr..." he seemed totally focused, eyes closed. (words spoken in bolded italic are said outloud)
Running his index finger up and down the fuller of the blade, the crimson blade began to cool, and he placed it into his sheathe.
Walking to the door, he gives the silent man one more stare before turning to Dulas.
"Lets go."
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