“I woke up in this useless bag of flesh that’s what happened. I’ve no doubt it’s that barbaric oaf Viktor’s fault. That sloth of a man was more trouble than what he was worth.” The Star Dragon Sword snapped back to Sierra in irritation. They both knew that it was hardly the result of any normal human capability, but he was hardly going to let that stand in his way of verbally slamming that boar. “The last thing I remember was that oaf handing me over to another swordsman like I was his property to begin with before I woke up here. What about you both? What is the last moment you remember before waking up in this pile of bricks?”

He wasn’t entirely happy with the situation, and while he wouldn’t wish for anyone else from his realm to be trapped in this mess, the sword was at least pleased there were some here who were at least useful. “Perhaps this mess has something to do with the connection of our three runes, but the appearance of the Eightfold bothers me greatly. Those who summon that treacherous snake obviously have some misguided intentions, and the fact that he is here doesn’t bode well.”

Glancing between the pair, the typical scowling expression on his face appeared more serious than irritated as he firmly stated. “I believe we’ll need to work together if we’re ever to get out of this mess. Our powers may be dampened but our will is not, and they will not be able to hold us here for long.”