Frey
"How sweet." Frey's voice is soft and mellow, and they appear to grow up from the ground around the shrine, slow as soil, coiled in tendrils of pumpkin vines and leaf litter and soft mulch. Sighing into the chill air and breathing deep of the scent of Leafchange from Tal's candle, they remain sprawled in the grass, golden fingers playing across the tiny flame. "I miss when the days were long and the trees were full," they say through a morose sigh, rolling onto their back and twirling a dead leaf between their fingers.
"Ah, but your quest... Here."
Sweeping their arm across the grass, they reveal - as if it has been there all along - the intricate hilt of a dagger, though it has no discernible blade. Should Tal touch it, though, he'll feel a cutting edge as razor sharp as any metal weapon, condensed from the very air itself. "Does that suit, sugar?"
Tal has completed his quest and has received the following:
[*]Air Blade | A beautiful dagger hilt of ramphire leather with no discernible blade. Rest assured, though, its edge is as sharp as any steel, crafted from the air itself.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
"Ah, but your quest... Here."
Sweeping their arm across the grass, they reveal - as if it has been there all along - the intricate hilt of a dagger, though it has no discernible blade. Should Tal touch it, though, he'll feel a cutting edge as razor sharp as any metal weapon, condensed from the very air itself. "Does that suit, sugar?"
Tal has completed his quest and has received the following:
[*]Air Blade | A beautiful dagger hilt of ramphire leather with no discernible blade. Rest assured, though, its edge is as sharp as any steel, crafted from the air itself.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
