I then pulled out my trusty sword, a short spatha that has served me for ages. Just like my wings it to was asymmetric, its wing-shaped handle guard only present on the right side. And again, it serves only as a symbol.
We reach the sandwich place and before I can stop her Mary has ordered two salads, water, and fruit for the both of us, pulled me along to a table, and sat down. I don't bother telling her I haven't the taste for salads.
"Haha take your time my boy, there's plenty! I also packed a few boxes just over there." Sir pointed towards the corner of the room where three boxes were stacked one on top of the other. "You can bring them back to your brother and Chance as you return. I know you've all been working amazingly hard on the fields lately. So, your brother tells me that you have something you with to tell me directly.
