He sucked a breath in through his teeth, nodding. “Put that away before you hurt yourself.” He himself was standing a cautious distance from its reach. I sheathed the sword carefully. “...What can you tell me about it?” I briefly entertained the idea that I was holding some sort of legendary sword that could only be wielded by a chosen hero. “That sword is marked with a terrible curse.” Yeah, that sounds more like my luck. Of course it is.
