"They are," Nyrielle said with a predatory smile. "The most recent of them, the darkest line running through the blade, is from 'Bone Reaver', the axe carried by Bors Lothian's father in war more than fifty years ago. By the time I fought him, I'd given up on killing Lothian lords in favor of robbing them of their ambitions, hopes, and dreams of conquest, but taking his treasured weapon helped to break his spirit."
"Now, those old and forgotten blades have a new purpose in your hands," Nyrielle said. "Because you will be the one to truly end these wars along with the family that has been responsible for so much pain and suffering," she said as she gently stroked Ashlynn's hair. "This sword is meant to be both an ending of things and the hope for new beginnings."
