[Salone]

Dan shuddered, remembering the only time he had picked up a sword. It hadn't felt right. It was if he was forbidden from using it.

And why is that Dan?

Four people were missing a foot before he was able to put the sword down correctly. No matter how careful he was with it, it had kept...well, slicing, which would have been good against a group of faceless, one dimensional antagonists instead of a family that loved and cared for him. He let the thought go, grunting a response to the tight-with-words thief.

"Seems the plant wants us to walk him closer so he can hit them with his sword. This can't end well."