Shadows in the Solstice, Starring Black Dragon & Namelesshero (IC)

[Black Dragon]

There came an odd sound from inside the temple and Hey Long entered the temple just in time to see the girl's device cover the expanse of the temple in a protective dome. All too quickly the howls of the winds stopped and the numerous thuds of raindrops became more distant. 'Well, that's definitely convenient'. He moved to the girl and bent over her to look at her.

"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" He asked. "I take it you're not here for a weapon."

[namelesshero]

She noticed Hey Long entering the temple. So he did survive, she thought. Unscathed. She did hear some wrecking noise back then, but she didn't suspect that it was him who did that. This man might be stronger than he looked. "Ah, yes, my reason..." she slowly got up, sitting on the wooden floor. A splinter fell down from the roof. "...sorry about your ceiling..." she flashed a sheepish grin.

From his backpack she took out a sheathed blade, the size of a dagger. The handle and the sheath was decorated with intricate patterns, a symbol of some kind. "You're the Yinshì tiejiang, right? I want you to take a look at this blade. I want to know...where was this blade made? The patterns seemed to be something unique to an area, but all the blacksmiths I've met don't know about it," she showed the blade to him, the sunlight pouring from the hole above giving it a better lighting.

"Ah, err...are you going somewhere? Perhaps I shouldn't ask you at this time...?"

[Black Dragon]

He took the dagger and examined it. Yes, this was indeed well-made. He looked back at the girl, uttering "Follow me". At the same time he glanced about at the area, nothing was disturbed and there wasn't anything to steal save the statues. And this girl looked too small to be carrying off a huge brass stature. Over time the rain seemed to let up and the sun continued to break through the thick clouds above. He looked to see a small yet with someone standing on its top, the clouds dispersing as it passed. 'About time the weather patrol got here'. The library was about the size of one someone would find in a city.

The shelves seemed to extend towards the high ceilings, each lined several tomes, books, scrolls, video discs and holochromes. He went to a shelf towards the right and perused the contents until yanking out the one he sought. It was called 'Sword of the World'.

"So, where'd you get this?" He asked over his shoulder while flipping through the book. He finally stopped at a page.