Albert takes the machete from
Dirk when he offers it to him.
"I'd probably need more light to really get a ..." Albert's sentence breaks off as he feels the chill of fear running through his spine. In his mind, he sees an image of
the horned wolf.
The machete falls out of his hands, thumping onto the mossy stones below.
"I... I'm sorry about that. I don't know what came over me there." He looks down at the lightly glowing blade.
"Something about your weapon sent a chill up my spine. In a bad way. Like I didn't want to hold it, or rather, ... it doesn't want to be in my hands. Where did you get it, and what kind of priest was it?" He looks a bit rattled by what just happened, and doesn't attempt to pick it up again.
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