Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191127222222/@comment-5543592-20191129224754

"Ha-ha." Nyasia drawled, although Clodagh probably could, she had arms like a stonemason.

Kismet did not get up. Instead, he languidly reached his behind his back and unstrapped the sword from his belt, then lay it flat on the table.

Cade looked down at it with a frown, a memory needling him. The sword was familiar.

"Svieva." Cade murmured, then louder, with looming realization. "That is Svieva's sword."

Kismet smiled across the table at Alvoran. "Punish you." He said again. "If you go any further east. It's a threat, if that's not clear.  I normally don't do those, but this time..."