“Old friend,” Cryton smiled, placing her hand on the big sword’s pommel. “Dru brought you!”
Her smile faded comparing her height to the weapon.
“You were forged to stand as tall as my navel, not to nearly my shoulders.”
The girl grunted as she lifted it. “And you’ve gained weight!”
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