Round 729

Merrin’s eyes narrow as she listens to Elric speak, her grip on the mace tightening. “The Time-Splitting Sword...” she mutters under her breath, “Sounds like something out of legend.” She glances around the chamber, her sharp rogue’s eyes scanning for any signs of danger or advantage. “But worthy of what? And how do we prove ourselves worthy?” Her gaze settles on Varikka, seeing the dwarf’s injuries and the look of determination in her eyes. “We’re not going to be able to fight our way out of this one,” she says softly, “Not with you hurt like that.” She turns back to Elric, her voice sharp and demanding. “Talk fast, old man. What do we need to do?”*