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Swords and shields, hammers and pikes were displayed
and stacked in various places. Her husband, Stonecut
Orebrand, prided himself on his collection. "At the very
least, I suppose you should take a weapon or two."
"I couldn't take your husband's -"
"Tarnish! He's lost track of what he has, anyway.
What he doesn't know, he'll never miss." She went to a
corner cabinet and poked around in it, emerging with a
small, double-edged sword and a sheathed dagger. "Take
these," she said. "My Brother gave them to Stoney one
time, in a fit of generosity, but I don't think he's even
looked at them in years. He doesn't think much of my
brother, you know."
Jilian took the sword from her and squinted at it curi-
ously. "This is heavier than a prybar," she noted.
"Have you ever used a sword before, Jilian?"
"Well... not really. Have you?"
"No. It can't be very complicated, though. One just
swings it, I suppose."
"Like swinging a prybar, do you think?"
"Maybe with two hands, though. The handle is long
enough for both of your hands. Here, stand in the middle
of the room and swing it around a bit. Then you'll be
used to it if you ever want to fight with something."
Jilian helped Silicia slide the furniture out of the way,
then placed herself in the cleared area and lifted the
sword, gripping it carefully with both hands
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