Timothy
"The one in Markarth works for the Jarl. Never seen this other one though. I do have some news from there though. A lot of it."
Raymond
"Let's hear it then," He says, "I hope it's good, at least. Haven't been getting a lot of good news, lately."
John
"Aye, I heard from a traveler or two on my way back here that *Something* Had happened in Markarth, but not what."
Timothy
"They killed the forsworn king. Madanach. With some big ass robot. "The Imperfect..." Then on the way back... Something happened... In me..."

*He stared at his hand. It sparked blue for a split second. But the Shehai wouldn't form.*

"That."
Raymond
His eyebrows raise in surprise, "Could it be... Shehai?" He asks, he's heard legends of the Sword-Saints, but nobody has seen one in several eras
John
*Nothwulf looked a little surprised as well, but also intrigued.*

"Shehai... Spirit swords. I've heard tales of them. Never thought they even existed, at least not for a long time."
Timothy
"It isnt the first time. At Rihad... During the war... I used it in full... Used it to cut a man in half back in Markarth. But i cant control it, it just shows up when it wants to."

*He sighed.*

"I'd like to control it. As Sai Sahan did."
Raymond
"If my, albeit limited, knowledge is to be believed it requires a deep love or dedication to something. Other than that they often manifest in times of great stress."