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Now he looked dubious, but then shrugged, as if he didn’t care either way. Drat. I’d been hoping I could dodge that question.

(Just saying, shrugging is not too in-character for Rúan 🙂)

I’m just assuming he has a sword XD I have no idea XD

(Ah, don’t worry, Rúan’s almost always got a sword)

(Author’s note: Tribeless basically means outlawed. It means he got kicked out of a tribe because of some crime or thing like that. In his case that was *indistinct mumbling*)

(Sounds good!)

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Aydin frowned at Rúan’s question, as though he’d asked him of his favourite way to be executed.

“I’m not from any,” Aydin stated, leaving it at that.

Rúan cocked his head. He must not be from Dryadal Tarra, then …

As if changing the topic, Aydin asked, “Can you use that?” and pointed to the sword hanging at Rúan’s right side.

Can I use my own sword? What kind of a question is that?

He also must not be a swordsman either …

Trying to shift as little as possible, Rúan reached with his left hand and drew his sword. The blade, forged with the fire of Elvenking Alasdair MacCrithein, glowed with a slight red aura, the ruby in the steel above the pommel glistening like a drop of  blood.

“Its name is Leaghadh,” he said, “and I have learned to accept it as an extension of my limb.”

Aydin’s eyes shone in the heat-like glow cast by the sword Leaghadh.

This sword had felled many a man. But it had saved Rúan’s, and his comrades’, life countless times.

He trusted this sword more than any other human being.