Wrenn's brows furrowed, nearly into one, as he focused upon the blade. Agitated by his lack of success, he scratched his head for a moment. Certainly the thought of returning had occurred to him, but first, "How do I turn it off?" The only thing he could recall the man doing was plunging it into the gold coffin. Lacking a similar such condition, the warrior plunged it blade first into the ground. Failing that he could simply will it to receed again, maybe?<br/><br/>Once a way to deactivate the thing had been devised, he'd return to town. Best to see what the others are up to. Perhaps mingle with them.