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“So you found the weapon room?" Benyst’s back was to me, and it stiffened as he heard my voice.
"My apologies, I should have asked permission,” he placed the sword he had been cleaning on the table in front of him, "I will leave you be."
“Benyst, it's okay. I've got no problem with you being in here,” I smiled. “In fact, you can show me how to clean this."
I drew my sword from the sheath at my back and placed it on the table in front of Benyst. Crusty snake blood clung to it in big globs.
“That certainly is disgusting,” Benyst droned. I laughed, and for a moment Benyst looked frightened, then his face softened, “Yes, I can see why that would amuse you." He lifted the sword and looked at it closely, "I am surprised a blade like this did not absorb or clean itself of the blood.” H
