"How wonderful." Fissure said with a nod. "I was almost afraid he had captured you, but he doesn't quite seem like the type." The dragon stepped closer, so that their heads were practically touching. "That's quite an interesting blade then, though there have been others like it. Diarow's blade is as fickle as he is; he can use it to heal, or cause injuries that cannot be healed, and just about everything in between. It really has too many properties to list, and several that I wouldn't tell you anyway. It ways 800,000 pounds, but I digress, he and I both fight for whatever cause we see fit. In truth, it's mostly on a whim, and sometimes we just kill and often times eat the folk for fun..." Thinking about it, Fissure was quite unsure that Diarow would be able to use such a blade for half the battle he fought. He certainly didn't need it. Fissure had no use for a sword at all the way he was...