Lask shifts and smirks, with a dangerous intent... "Found it." it nearly Scalps Falk, rushing from the fall kings throne, to its master.  "I should have known... Perhaps i did- It does have a favor for you, it wants to taste you, and i do not blame it. You would be a honorable and worth opponent."   The sword floats about its master- the demented blade would strike terror in a typical fae. Floating Iron. "That is assume it doesn't kill Me first."  He frowns, watching the blade warily Apparently the Fae touched blade has been offering far more troubles than he's been letting on. The Blade whispers, in its own cold rasp, desiring sustenance, only the old fae would be able to hear it- that and its master.  Lask glares at it "Pest, and  Blood spoiler."  The blade twirls freely in the air as if amused.