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!uGYNBMPzOs 10/14/10(Thu)00:40 No.12437044Sansa enters the tent as the doctor finishes removing the old layer of salve from your singed arm. "Commander, your armor has been repaired, the shield was burnt up, but we managed to find one that wasn't broken on one of our fallen legionaries. Is there anything you need me to do this morning?" your aide asks, leaning against a tent-pole
"Yes, have the maniple ready to march by midday, we take the western tunnel... I believe that is where we will find Khalless. But first, look in my satchel, there is something there for you." you reply, suppressing the smirk on your face as Cornelius stashes his shield away, trying to not ruin your surprise.
After a few moments of rutting through your satchel Sansa gasps and steps back "Commander, I... I could never pay you back for these, I uh-" The blades are about the length of her forearm, and half as wide at the base, tapering to a needles point at their tips. Each one has a custom grip, modeled after Sansas old knives, which you stole from her tent while you had her busy; inscribed into the blade fitted to her right hand is her first name, her last name carved into the other knife.
"You have no need to pay me Sansa, this is my gift to you, you earned it over these past few months. take them, use them... I'll order you to if I must" you joke, and Sansa finally steps back to the satchel and removes the blades, sliding them into her battered, dirty old sash she is wearing at her hips. "They made some arrows from the ore we obtained at the forge as well, see to it that Aurelius distributes them evenly amongst his ten best shots." you nod to her in way of a dismissal, smiling quietly to yourself.
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