"That sword is cursed." Of course it was cursed I owned it, naturally it'd be gods damned cursed. It meant I couldn't sell it, couldn't be rid of it in a normal way, had to hold on to it, because thats my stupid life. I get tossed a sword from some creepy tentacle monster and the one blade he had was cursed. I mean why else would the monster have it?
"You say cursed like its a bad thing, I mean who doesn't want a cursed object?"
"Literally anyone with a lick of sense." He was right, but Rosettia like everywhere else in the Guard territory lacked people with sense.
"So why is it cursed western lawman? I'd like a real reason and not just your word." Which is not to doubt his word, but if I'm going to potentially have to deal with a sword curse related issue, I want to be damn sure he's correct.
"It's a long story."
"I've got all day, and if you aren't wrong I might even do what you suggest to do with this sword."
"Might? Well Mr. Lorentino pull up a chair and let me tell you all about that cursed trinket you seem intent on foisting on someone else." And so I pulled up a chair while the most boring story teller ever told me a story. I'll put it along to you, but minus all the dry boring (because honestly if anyone should bore you, it should be me! Wait that came off wrong).
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