⳻ 𝖠 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮'𝖲 𝖲𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 !

˚ 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 , 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 . . . . 【 𝗬𝗘𝗦 】 【 𝗡𝗢 】

ㅤ Of course not. They say that dragons hoard their treasures closely, and I'm no different ! Well . . . If it gets to be too much, I s'pose I could feed you some o' my blood, or something. ㅤ

“In what way?”

N-No way..

ㅤ Haah . . . I'd say "who knows? maybe you might", but that suggests I'd let 'em get between me 'n something truly fascinating. Don't go drooling all over yourself now; though I'll take that compliment grinning. ㅤ

I think eating souls is worse. A body can be replaced. A soul cannot. You're no gift. You're a plight like me.

Maybe some swords can be melted down into tools, as a treat.

You definitely are ...

ㅤ I can think o' some real devils from my first life that'd /really/ tick your boxes, Miss Sword. Not to say I can't . . . My edge for bloodlust's dulled with age, but greed attracts greed, you see ? ㅤ

Man. And here I thought my existence is a curse for everything alive. You seem even more problematic than me.. and that means something since I have to eat people.

Don't make it sound so ominous...

The elf soldiers on, working some oil into the rag, and... staring at her. The absurdity of it all is sinking in. “On second thought, this does seem rather...” She trails off, shakes her head, and steels herself to see this through. “Never mind, just tell me where to start.”

... nevermind.. I'll believe you..

“Unless what?”

Unless what..?!

She picks up on the joke, tips of her ears turning pinkish. Still, she presses on. “Well, we have time to kill, and I’m nothing if not thorough. But if you have a better idea, I’m all ears.”