<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa would return Dorokor's wild grin with a respectful smile of her own. Bowing her head, she'd usher herself and the others that joined her back into the dining hall. It had been both a ominously beautiful and savagely bizarre occasion. And yet...Larissa found herself understanding it a bit. It was though Oregg were imprinting himself upon the blade, as though he were accepting or even welcoming it as a part of his own body. Whatever reverence Larissa had for her swords, it had been from the mere fact they were hierloom and had seen her through trouble. The White Tusk, in their own way, seemed to have a deeper appreciation for their weapons than Larissa had ever seen.<br/><br/>"At least its new owner appreciates it," Larissa said. No matter, she thought - what she had traded Claw for was worth more than all the gold in the realm. She gave Elaine's hand a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>Once Dorokor's horde left, Larissa would take the lead to where their horses had been stabled. "Can you guide us to the living quarters, Kasala? Camping outside might be easier, but I'd love to spend the night with Castle Rend's roof over my head." ...and it would allow for some further privacy.