After a moment of hesitation, Janelle reached back and hit the tip of her sheath, popping the blade in question up into the air. She reached back with her other hand and caught the hilt, then whipped it around in a an arc and flipped it so the hilt was held out to Julian. "My mother told me my father- my real father, that is -left it for me when he had to leave with the other elves. I've studied what little we know of elvish swordsmanship, and even less on their crafting techniques; I read that their blades will not dull, chip, rust, bend, or even break- unless against another elvish blade..."
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"Everyone eat while you can." Vernon said. "I doubt there will be much time for it later."