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enough to handle the task. Besides, I might be able to arrange for some assistance when you get there.”
    “When do we leave?” Jaylen asked.
    “The sooner the better.” Eric answered, “I have secured passage for you on a ship from the Free Cities to Durma. It will take you at least two days of hard riding to get from Durma to Cathaar.”
    The sound of a gruff, angry voice could be heard outside. The door opened and a haggard looking dwarf stomped into the room. He carried a long bundle in his arms. His hair and long beard were both greyer now, but Landis recognized Weslocke Blademender at once.
    “Landis, you old son-of-a-troll, how in the abyss have you been. It’s about time that you came back for this.” He dropped the bundle on the table before wrapping his thick arms around the seated half-elf.
    “It is good to see you again, Wes.” Landis greeted his old friend.
    Eric looked at the bundle, “So, you have been hiding the Sword of Alexon under my nose this entire time.”
    Weslocke shrugged his shoulders, “I have not been hiding anything. It has been in my forge all these years. No one has ever asked me about it.”
    Landis pointed at the bundle on the table, “Unroll it and let’s see how badly damaged it is. I never did get a good look at it in the light.”
    Weslocke cocked his head to the side. “About that, well, let me just show you.” He unrolled the bundle, allowing the Sword of Alexon to roll onto the table. All eyes looked upon the blade of the most fabled talisman in the Westland. The sword that had been crafted for and used by Alex Sergius to defeat the army of the Empire of Sedau three centuries earlier. Landis looked at the blade in awe. The last time he had seen it, the sword was ruined. It was broken at the tip and cracked to nearly the middle of the blade. Now it looked completely whole, as if it had never been damaged.
    Landis reached out to touch the sword, running his index finger along the blade where the crack had once been. “You truly are a master sword-smith, Wes.”
    The dwarf’s grin could be seen through his thick beard, “Aye, I have done some work on it over the years, but I cannot take credit for this. The sword began healing itself, probably due to the magic in the pearl. I made it look new, but that is all.”
    Petra stretched out her arm, grabbing the hilt of the blade that she had carried in battle before handing it over—illegally—to Landis. She raised the sword, turning it back and forth as she looked the blade over. “It does not feel the same as before, but I can still sense magic within it.”
    Jaylen chucked. “I am indeed one blessed elf, for I may be the only living soul who has seen that sword used by all three who have wielded it in combat.”

Chapter Four

    Weslocke was still grumbling as he sat in the dining hall with Eric and Petra. “I still see no reason why I could not go with them.”
    Eric sat down his goblet of wine, “We have been over this enough, Weslocke. Dwarves are very uncommon in that part of the world. You would stick out like a sore thumb, bringing attention to Landis and the others. They need to reach Cathaar in secret if they are to have any chance of success. Should someone capture them and take the sword then there would be no reason to return Megan.
    “Besides, you are getting too old for adventuring.”
    “Why, if you were not the king I would show you a thing or two; too old indeed!” Weslocke spat.
    Petra laughed, perhaps for the first time since learning of her daughter’s kidnapping.
    Eric continued, “I am certain that you would be valuable to them Weslocke, but the decision has been made and they left hours ago. Why cry over spilled mead?”
    “It is the principal of the matter.” Weslocke insisted.
    A banging at the door halted the conversation. Eric looked to the guard and nodded his approval for him to ascertain who was there. The guard opened the slide in the door and after a few quiet words he closed the