[Taking the sword, Gabriel unsheathes it, holding it up to the light and testing the weight. He can see the similarities between this and his own sword, though it's heavier, the wielder was stronger. A good blade, though, he things, as he runs his fingers over the runes. If he could read them...
As he slides it back into the sheathe he notices the crest on the hilt and his breath catches again. He knows this. Ecthelion's crest, though he can't remember what it meant. He rubs his thumb over it, enjoying the contrast between the smooth metal and the scratched crest. Sighing, he offers it back to Thorir.]
The man who wielded this before you was a good man. I think he'd be glad to know you have it. [Although he can't say about Thorir's past self, if he was anything like Thorir he's sure it was the case for him too.]
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As he slides it back into the sheathe he notices the crest on the hilt and his breath catches again. He knows this. Ecthelion's crest, though he can't remember what it meant. He rubs his thumb over it, enjoying the contrast between the smooth metal and the scratched crest. Sighing, he offers it back to Thorir.]
The man who wielded this before you was a good man. I think he'd be glad to know you have it. [Although he can't say about Thorir's past self, if he was anything like Thorir he's sure it was the case for him too.]