If the sword had spoken, it spoke no more, at her queries.<br/><br/>The trip back to the road isn't too difficult; she's tired, from the effort of pulling the sword free, making her movements a little slower, but when she arrived, the wagon had stopped, and they were just packing up from their lunch. "There you are," Cedrik said. "You've been gone a while. Is everything alright?"<br/><br/>"And what's with the sword?" Sophie asked.