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It was the day after Skwisgaar and Toki spent the whole night practicing the new set of songs that had been cooked up in the past month or so, and for the first time in maybe three months, Toki wasn't up and awake at nine in the morning, doing his daily workout
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He was willing to wait for Skwisgaar to unwrap the gift just as slowly as he wanted. And anyway, if he did this with all the gifts he got, Toki was more than happy to help out with the next one.
The box under the wrapping paper was non-descript in its blackness. the gift-box shape to it helped it be easier to just see the item showcased in velvety red. The scabbard was tooled leather and gold, with ancient Scandinavian designs inlaid into both, the hilt of the sword was typical of 4th century weaponry, two bronze horses rearing up served as the hand-guard, the grip was oak and well-worn, almost black from use and age, the butt of it had a circular design which echoed the horse theme.
The blade of the sword wasn't exactly dull, but it probably couldn't cleave a man in two any longer. In the box, there was a little note, explaining what the sword was.
It had once been amongst the treasure guarded by the ancient dragon, Fafnir, before it was taken away by a hero named Sigurd along with the rest of the treasure. Its name was Ridill.
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