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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1525589" data-attributes="member: 8222">With Cambrech on watch andthe others sleeping/meditating, things settle down. Looking over the blade in his hands, the Dark Elf wonders as to just who put this blade in that vault, guarded by such a horrific Fiend, as it was obviously the thing that was being protected amongst the other items. It was obvious that the Sword was...What were these thoughts in Cambrech's head? It was almost as if the sword were...Shaking off the odd probing of the sentience in the blade, Cambrech took another look at the Short Sword. It was old...stylistic grooves along that blade showed that, even to one not versed in Swordcraft. Several Centuries at least, if not longer. The hilt grew warm in Cambrech's grasp and he was about to set the blade down from discomfort when he heard a slight *pop* just outside of the chamber, and saw a flash of light from under the door.A moment later, the door opened and there stood, of all people, Cambrech's brother Wesellu, along with another Drow and a Bugbear...</blockquote>