‘Wareth, take your fellows out to the wagons. Oh, by the way, your old blade awaits you.’ At those words, Wareth flinched. ‘Sir, I beg you, not that one.’ ‘You are bound to it,’ Galar Baras replied. ‘Until death takes you. Really, Wareth, you already knew that.’ ‘Then, sir, I humbly request that I remain unarmed.’ ‘Denied. Seltin, join Wareth and see to the proper issuing to my lieutenants here.
