<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">My dear... I would be very, very careful with that spear if I were you. It was the creation of a man who desired to slay a cruel elder god, and was the stuff of legends. Men in that warrior's realm hunted for it in times of peril, hoping to be heroes and set their world right. And it did... the men would swear to the heavens, like those before them, that justice would be done, and the spear would slay its target... but the men who called on the blade would pay for it dearly</span></em>.<br/><br/>A moment of silence.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>But, on the bright side, it always comes back to you when you throw it. So, just don't go calling for divine retribution, and you'll be fine...</em></span><br/><br/>The faerie laughs, back to his normal bright self, and leaves you to your business as you walk through the hall of heroes. Placards marked "Perseus," "Beowulf," "Kratos," and "Link"- the last of which, you note, appears like fifteen times, under almost identical suits of armor- mark each space, and each suit stands suspended in the air, untouched by time, weapons floating at the ready...<br/><br/>Your tour done, you roll the corpses of your enemies. It's not a bad haul... some more of that inky liquid, two curative potions like the ones Gioria gave you, and sixty gold pieces. Not bad for a rag-tag group of monsters...