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Lucian took these hours to measure and feel out his feelings on the situation. It was leaving a bad taste upon his tongue, one that soured and festered the longer that he sat upon the issue. Yet he did not feel like he understood everything. That he was woefully inadequate for the discussion they were to have.
As they passed into a long tunnel, whose end their torches could not light, Lucian realized that this silence was going to continue until he said something.
“How did you lose your family’s sword?” Lucian asked as he looked towards the man with a glance. The question did not stop them in their tracks for there was simply too much ground to cover.
“Do I really need to tell you?” The man asked as they went so far into the darkness that shadows swallowed the turn they used a few minutes ago.
“You do, otherwise neither of us will make it out of here alive.” Lucian said as he glazed his torch across the shadows around them, “The Skaven will be waiting for us at whichever end we come near, and I prefer to know if who I am fighting really serves the interests that he claims to.”
“You would die to.” The Imperial gave back.
“So be it, Morr would champion it.” The Knight said firmly in his conviction.
A click of the tongue came, the Imperial defeated by the potential striking of his fellow, “My Father lost it in a duel about a decade ago. In that duel he was killed, the killer taking the blade with him.”
“That was so long ago.” Lucian pointed out without hiding his suspicions on the matter.
“The weapon has been apart of my family for over a century. I will not have some ratmen have it, if thats what we are down here to retrieve.” The man declared firmly.
“And how did you know it was here?” Lucian asked as they continued what Lucian realized was a long ascent, “It's been a decade, how did you know?”
“I was told so by a seer.” The man said simply.
It was obvious that was all the information Lucian was going to get from the man.
