"A sword? Now, a sword is something I can help you with."
And the man behind her who had not been there before, stood up. He appeared to look somewhere between a vagrant and a king, wearing a robe that was rumpled and ragged, and that rippled in the wind, even though there was no wind. It shone, and it was filled with colors, some of which did not exist and all the colors that did. And there was a little twinkling that was almost like actual stars were imprisoned within the robe.
If one looked too long, the head and eyes would begin to hurt.
He had a grin that was just a little off, just a little crazy, just a little... Merlin.
Stables
And the man behind her who had not been there before, stood up. He appeared to look somewhere between a vagrant and a king, wearing a robe that was rumpled and ragged, and that rippled in the wind, even though there was no wind. It shone, and it was filled with colors, some of which did not exist and all the colors that did. And there was a little twinkling that was almost like actual stars were imprisoned within the robe.
If one looked too long, the head and eyes would begin to hurt.
He had a grin that was just a little off, just a little crazy, just a little... Merlin.
"Why do you want a sword?"