The wielder. [ Clarisse looks over at the weapons she brought. Arrows are always fun to mess with, but it's not a huge office and there's a lot of organizing still happening in here. As funny as it'd be to try to fire off a ranged weapon in here, she doesn't want to, you know, actively make Gwen's life harder. She decides on the sword. ]
Here, take this. [ She offers it to Gwen, pommel-first. ] Just, like... pretend you're about to chop my head off or something.
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Here, take this. [ She offers it to Gwen, pommel-first. ] Just, like... pretend you're about to chop my head off or something.