Stitch gave the Benshira a quick nod and a beaming smile, and hurriedly began to speak. There was a lot to tell.
"The jeweled dagger covered in strange symbols: The circles, five tiny gems, two larger gems and the black sun work together and act as a trap for something. I don't know how to explain it, but they have their own seperate Aura, surrounding that of a... thing stored in the gem on the pommel. Whatever is in that pommel gem, it is very angry and wants out. It has a simple exit... the only thing not protected and inclosed is the actual blade of the dagger. If you were to... stab someone... then whatever it is inside the dagger could easily escape... into them."
"The longsword with a black, leather wrapped handle: The blade is very cold to the touch; much like ice. This one is sure you noticed this. It is surrounded by a very cold, elemental aura of ice. The blade will never break and can dowse non-magical, non-divine flames when thrust into the heart of the fire. The fire can't be too big, though! This one has a feeling that it can only douse the flames of someone as big as... yourself, perhaps."
"The steel mace with glass shards embedded in the head: The mace has a very violent history of pain and death. The glass shards are sharp and will break off on contact with flesh; remaining strong as steel when hitting anything else. The head of the mace will regrow the shards after shedding them in combat. It is a... sad, horrible item."
"The iron kneeling board covered in black silk: While not having any particular magical aura, this bar has a very unstable aura that constantly changes in a fit of chaotic color and feel. Beyond that though, this one can't really tell if it has any magical potentional or not..."
"The black cloak that moves as though there were wind even if there isn't any: This cloak is abnormally warm to the touch; at least for a simple silk cloak. It bares an aura of sentience; it is lonely but otherwise seems to bare no malicious intent. It seems to be able to keep its wearer warm even in winter but other than that, it is difficult to tell what else it can do. It is as if it resists this one's attempts to pry further, as we discussed earlier.
"The figurine of a black and white monkey: It looks to be nothing more than a statue of a monkey with two fingers on one hand pointing at its own eyes and two fingers on its other hand pointing at the person looking at it. When this one looks at it though... this one swears this one has the feeling that the thing is actually looking right back at this one."
Stitch took a deep breath, and finally paused, a sudden weariness overtaking him. He had spent a long time that night in examining and reading the items, and after all that work, he had fallen straight to sleep. He had awoken with a fresh spring to his step, but now, after remembering the time he had spent focusing on the items... he realized just how drained he really was. He had just been excited to see Abashai and Nya, and had really wanted to go on this trip. But he wouldn't be able to, he decided.
As Nya soon came back with the children in tow, Stitch glanced from her to Abashai, and slowly spoke again. "Would you two mind letting this one stay here and rest? This one trusts you with the children, and this one doesn't want to deprive them of their fun... will you take them off this one's hands for a little bit?"
Abashai and Nya quickly nodded, understanding that their request would have obviously drained the blind man. They owed him one, anyway. Quickly herding the children together, they ushered them out in the streets of Syliras, and away for a picnic.
Stitch sighed, heading upstairs to rest. He wanted to sleep. All day. |