Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Myra was staring at the sword, humming in thought while trying to see if it has any magical effects. Her concentration was broken when she heard the shouting of a very upset Half-Imp a bit away. A few moments of listening in told her that she was scolding that bunni fellow into the next plane of existence. Damn right she should, too! "Yeah," the ravenfolk petulantly added in, "Next time you turn tail like that again and owl be hunting you down for some roasted rabbit! Watson here's tasted some, we've totally got takers on it." She jerked a thumb at the silk-plundering gentleman-in-question before turning back to the sword. She muttered, "...at least if the spell worked right," before thinking back to the sword.

"You should probably take it," Myra remarked to Savannah, "If it's not cursed, at least. Still trying to figure that out right now." More sword scrutiny.