"Names Zihark, you really think you can change this world, you may have been lucky enough to survive the curse but that doesn't mean you can do anything special." He peered curiously at Brennen when he pulled the sword out, "Is that not supposed to happen?" Zihark asked curiously. He had never really wondered if the sword in the bonfires was usable, he didn't like the things in general. It seemed like getting to close to one might just give you the curse as well. A frightening thought. Then Zihakr whirled, blades at the ready, as he heard the crunch of metal on the ground and saw a heavily armoured knight. "I don't suppose you came from that old man's house did you? Seems like a little too much coincidence for me." he said uneasily. Three poeple in the same place probally coming from the same house, one of them a darksigner no less, certainly something was changing.