“More jokes. Give us more jokes…” I glowered at the sword, unable to comprehend its bad taste. If ever there was a weapon so perfectly suited to its owner, it was this one. Carrion delighted in telling it the filthiest jokes imaginable. And when I was finished, and Carrion pressed his fingertip against its point, giving it the tiniest taste of his blood, the blade responded immediately. “Yes, yes. Our friend. Ours. He will name us.”
Lolol the emotions this chapter is giving me
