"No, this sword is but a simple knife compared to what you carry," Ariadne said with a laugh as she turned around. "I didn't tell you my full name: Ariadne Dawnhammer, that blade was forged for my grandfather, the then leader of the Dawnhammer clan of elves. It was lost to my family when he was mortally wounded in the last great war the elves fought in, we thought it lost." She walked over, tempted to take the blade from Ebony, but stopped. "By rights I am one of only two elves who should wield it, but...it was forged for a soldier, the field of battle is not somewhere I feel comfortable." She hadn't realised she was still holding Ebony's hand, gazing into her eyes.