#rivervale_lodge

"Well, I kind of feel I earned it as a momento, but thought I might have it looked over and make sure it wont' be easy to scry"

"Keeping it is dangerous. One may come looking for it. If you allow, I will ask it whose it is."

There is something else she's not saying, it seems, a tension of words held back.

"I...well, this is your hold. If you feel it is a threat to the hold" A sigh "Then I should know by now I must respect your choices. I will certainly do with it what you insist for the good of the lodge."

And she looked like that was almost painful to say

"I do not wish to take from you your prize, Siv. But knowing that you saved an imperiled mortal is a prize as well, is it not? Here...let me speak to it." Brekke holds out a hand to take the blade if Siv allows.

"here, bit of dross I didn't use.. make it easier for you" She hands it over as well as the heart piercer

A shake of her head. "Keep it, but thank you. I am fine..." And she turns her attention to the blade, considers it for a moment, then scowls as the Dreaming demands its bunk. She brings the blad to her lips, and touches its side with her tongue, looking vaguely sickened as she does so. But the glamour flows....

...but not much. "On second thought." Brekke accepts the dross Siv offered, and snaps it between her thick fingers.

And that pushes it over... 4 questions may she whisper.

Now it's Siv's turn to be quiet.

"Whose blade are you?" Brekke murmurs.

"I belong to she who won me, in contest and trial, or to he or she who holds me by power of strength. Right now. I suppose I belong to you"

Brekke nods. "I know who won you last. Who was your owner before her?"

"The Baroness Olaitha ap Leanhaun of the Hidden Gem hold"