“I find that a most curious acquisition, Prince of the Infernal. I had thought such an artifact lost to the shades of time. Pausing, her voice takes on a certain sardonic croak, “How fortunate that you have proven the sages wrong.”
She could not say who the artifact would benefit – perhaps Hell, perhaps the owner itself, but she had some vague idea of what would come of it. Weeping. Weeping in the whole of the Nine Realms, to rival the loss of Baldr. Oh, but where were her manners? Always focusing on the might-bes, never on present company.
“How did you come across it?”
“When you’ve had the… opportunity to travel a few reams,” a pause, “or even dimensions, you come across many amusing things.” He could have named off far more than a dozen, but it truthfully, there was no real point in it. Not When it clearly wasn’t needed to make a point.
“Drop a few names in the right ears and you’ll find a few objects. Most of the time they are worthless, but all the same, sometimes you come across great weapons.” He just hadn’t found the one he was looking for yet – or if he had? He understand how to wield it as of yet.
“So, in truth? It was far more than just luck – I had a bit of help.”
Hellfirebound 