Accepting the offered hand Kyle rises to his feet with Giselle’s aid. He smiles at her and says, “Thank you. I’m just winded is all. Ok lesson learned. Always expect the unexpected. This whole magic thing is going to take some getting used to.” He sheaths the sword expecting the armor to disappear but the armor remains in place. Turning to the elf he asks, “Tiagar, this sword belonged to your brother last, any suggestion on how I make this armor go away?”<br/><br/>Walking over and slowly around Kyle examining the armor Tiagar responds, “To be perfectly honest, I am not sure. I have never seen or heard of the sword doing that before, it did used to respond to what he wanted or needed. If you want the armor to go away, try simply willing it to go away.”<br/><br/>Kyle ponders this for a moment then places his left on the hilt and concentrates on making the armor disappear. After a few seconds the process by which he had been covered in armor reverses itself with seeming to retreat from his body back into the sword, the only difference about his dress is that his clothes are now completely dry. “Thank you, Tiagar that seemed to work.” Turning back to Giselle he says, “I apologize for the pet comment. I meant no disrespect. As for the sword, if I start hearing voices or having urges that are new to me I will absolutely confide in one of you with more experience with magic, but as of yet nothing like that has occurred.”<br/><br/>Tiagar rubs his chin in thought before saying, “During the many decades my brother wielded that blade I do not recall it ever displaying any evidence of having its own intelligence or hidden agenda. The only time it does anything on its own is when it not in the hands of its chosen wielder. It seems that magical energy builds up in it and the longer and further it is away from the wielder the greater that chance it will release that magic to try to get back. It starts out subtly like it did with me earlier, just making me uncomfortable holding it.”<br/><br/>Becoming thoughtful Kyle asks, “How long ago did you brother die?”<br/><br/>Without hesitation Tiagar replies, “71 years ago.”<br/><br/>“71 years with magic building up. It seems like an odd coincidence that his tomb is raided, the sword is carried this direction and my home is transported into its path. I was right at the edge in the exact spot where the orcs were. Do you think the sword could possibly be response for this whole thing?” Kyle asks looking down at the blade on his hip.<br/><br/>Tiagar’s eyes open wide in surprise and he replies, “I suppose if it did build up the energies at a constant rate for 71 years, it could be possible. I do know that at least on one occasion it did teleport my brother several hundred miles. It was not a clean teleport bringing just my brother. It brought part of the building and several innocent bystanders as well. It has never teleported itself to my brother. It always found some other way to get transported to him.”<br/><br/>Kyle looks down shaking his head saying, “Well shit.” After a moment he looks up seeing Giselle’s smiling face, he smiles and says, “Well there’s nothing we can do about that now. I guess I’ll just have to make sure to keep this sword with me at all times from now on.”<br/><br/>Before Kyle can answer the question posed by Giselle, one of the officers calls out, “Hey, Kyle. We just got a call. Mr. Raligh has captured something not human. The chief wants us to go check it out and thinks that we should bring along somebody that can communicate with the locals. Be it another local, he actually mentioned Giselle, or you as you seem to be able to communicate with them. Could we get one or both of you to come with us?”<br/><br/>Kyle groans slightly and replies, “I’ll go. I know where they live. I’ll get my bike and meet you there.” He turns back to Giselle saying, “Well I guess I’m going to help with another small crisis by playing translator and feather smoother. You are welcome to come as well. You could ride with the officers in their squad car, or you could ride with me on the back of my Harley.” He turns and starts walking back to where his big motorcycle is parked by the ice cream shop.