Carrion told a slew of additional jokes that grew bawdier as he went. “Gods and martyrs, will you please stop,” I begged. “I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You look like someone pissed in your water ration.” “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
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