— Well, if something happens to you, I'll definitely take care of that sword. Maybe I'll even learn how to use it properly! And look, — she shows the knight the Alarian "blade," which she had inexplicably brought with her on their walk, — I already have some experience after our adventures in the forest.
Strangely, this richly ornamented claymore looked good with her current outfit.
—That's great. 👍 Or you could sell it on the black market; it would be enough for a few years of carefree living... Just kidding, sorry. It's really very... noble of you. And yes, in our troubled times, at least for self-defense, such a skill won't be superfluous. It's a pity I don't have the profession of a teacher; otherwise, I could show you a couple of simple techniques.
—I just don't know how the rune of contemplation will work in this case, — the knight suddenly remembered. —It allows only the one to whom it is destined to wield this weapon. Well, if anything, Crag can reforge it.
The Black Knight draws his sword from its scabbard, brings it to his cold lips, and says: "If it is my fate to find peace, I will bequeath your legacy to Sanex Rimm with my icy soul."
— Well, there's no need to wait for that; I can remember something right now, but it's better to remember the old than the recent. Because... — Because the recent stories are connected with the last crew of the "Thunder." — Because, that's why. Between dinosaurs and Amazons, who is more interesting to you?
—Well, probably dinosaurs, since that's where we started.