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Message: <blockquote data-quote="covaithe" data-source="post: 4814205" data-attributes="member: 46559">Ikni stares at Lorik's casually mistreated sword.  A range of emotions play across her exotic face; mostly sheer incomprehension, with flickers of disgust and contempt warring with uncertainty and... could that be fear?  At length she retrieves the sword, removes it from the dripping scabbard and cleans the weapon with the same reverent care she gave her own blade.  The scabbard she sets carefully aside, uncleaned.  She drops to her knees again in front of Lorik and bows low, sword held horizontally across her palms."Thank you for the great honor of trusting me with your personal weapons.  I shall strive not to be unworthy of your trust.  But, honored comrade, I fear that the scabbard may be beyond my ability to scour given these rough surroundings.  Even if I had the proper brush to scrub inside, the leather may be permanently fouled.  Replacing your blade in it could damage the steel and introduce weakness.  It would be better to carry it unsheathed until the scabbard can be repaired properly."When the discussion turns to the cabin, Ikni listens intently.  "I do not know what dangers may await us on either path, but...  I would very much like to have a roof overhead once more."</blockquote>