"I can't break it." Valrym was looking at me with the kind of why are you bringing me look he frequently does when I ask for his help.
"Can't or Won't?" Oshujon was not with me, he cited some kind of not wanting to interfere with another god's avatar situation, put simply he wanted to do something else entirely, which should have been what I WAS DOING!
"Can't, its not a weapon made of this world."
"That doesn't even mean anything." It doesn't, people say shit like that all the time. I swear its the catch all for 'I have no idea'.
"It means you can take your evil blade and leave my bar." He handed me back the sword. And I looked at him with disdain DISDAIN! The highest form of dain! What's the point of knowing a blacksmith godling when he will not destroy your evil cursed blade! I mean his entire existence is there for me and me alone and now he fails me in my time of need! And naturally when I left the tavern Therod was waiting for me to arrest me for having a dangerous magical artifact in her stupid town.
I wanted to blame Oshujon but I didn't think he actually set me up, this was some other stupid coincidence/combined with me being the most obvious magical holder of doom. I tell you I can't wait for all these fine people to die so I can rebuild a new reputation with people who don't know I'm a horrible person. Which of course makes me a horrible person.
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