It isn't often that I am able to propel myself into close combat, but when I am able, I relish being able to use my sword and dagger. I have named the dagger Sycophant, because it practically seems to leech the blood away from my enemies.
My sword, however, was a gift from a dying Warden who implored of me to complete their Wyld Hunt. I was able to complete it, and I simply cannot bring myself to use another sword, or have a Mender alter the weight and balance of it.











