Four: Unfamiliar GroundI sat down, leaning against the wood railing next to Jareth who remained perched above the inside of the prow. My nose tickled and I swatted my face thinking a bug had landed upon it. Studying my hand, I found small pieces of wood shaving; gazing upward I noticed Jareth whittling away at a small stick. “That's a fancy blade, brother. How did you come upon it?” Jareth grinned and continued to whittle the small block.
“It's a blade from one of the Draugr, the last one I killed when they attacked our village.” A unique blade indeed, much longer than a Norse blade, it was one-sided with a jagged edge for tearing at the flesh. The metal was dark, nearly black, with pits spread throughout.
“Don't you think the blade is cursed, brother?” Jareth c****d his head back with a
