"If there is one thing the train never supplies are with, that would be weapons." Fëanor shrugs. "I'd hardly call myself defenseless but I wouldn't mind a proper sword."
Not just any sword, mind you, he refuses to use junk. It's already an insult he has to suffer those awful outfits. Like the lizard skin onesies, they've been given to wear now.
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Not just any sword, mind you, he refuses to use junk. It's already an insult he has to suffer those awful outfits. Like the lizard skin onesies, they've been given to wear now.