“……”

“And it’s red, my favourite colour! I mean, what are the odds!?”

“…..”

“….You should not carry that around” Thea said finally. Damon had cursed loudly the moment the sentinel held up the blade and recoiled, his hand now firmly grasping the hilt of his own sword in its sheath. The priestess took half a step towards the Night Elf, now holding up a placating hand. “Please, let me take that”

“Give me those back” Liaena snapped up at the big Night Elf as Serphia held the tweezers maddeningly out of reach with a smirk. Initially glaring up at her, the girl’s eyes moved over the occupants of the room to settle on Rithrynn as Liaena chewed over her ultimatum. “Sure! Sure, I’ll get you a replacement. Just let me get out Sharon first”

“No chance! Go and get your own one, human!”

“It is not wise, or healthy, to carry that thing, Keldorei” Thea said firmly as she held a hand out for the blade. “…Am I to assume its previous owner is dead?”

“Well, duh”

“I see….that may not help” Thea muttered to herself, before switching her attention back to Aleena rapidly. “Those blades are seeped in evil, Keldorei. There are records of a runeblade having an intelligence of its own. There are [b]also[/b] case studies of where a Death Knight has been slain; its sword trying to influence and contaminate its next wielder, into bonding with the blade themselves”

There was a pause where Thea looked around the room. The priestess appeared to be trying to find anything positive to say about the Night Elf psyche. “Given the…strong will…of your kin, I would imagine time would be required to have any influence on you. All the same, you should [b]not[/b] carry it around. Please put it down”