A sword is a sword. Right? They can’t talk …

Mortag nourses his beer. He neglects his duties. Cleaning weapons, in peace times. Nobody needs them anyway except some selected individuals.

Routine disturbed by the king himself. Mortag must come to the throne hall. Facing the king in his dusty, dirty clothes. Angry about the interruption Martag follows the order.

“Wipe off the Dust”, orders the king. Wipe it off a special sword or get rid of your task.

Witness the origin of the talking sword. A fate decided by a bored worker. A heart-stopping fantasy tale.

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