Looking at the sword on the table, it was intimidatingly large and obviously heavy. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to pick it up on her own. It wasn't singing to her anymore. Almost as though once she acknowledged its existence, it no longer needed to sing.<br/><br/>"Your father knew how to use a sword?" She couldn't help asking the question. It came out of her lips before she even considered it. It wasn't common for villagers to know how to use real weapons, which was part of the reason why the monster incursions were having such devastating effects.