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He pressed his lips together in thought as she elaborated, though she did not share a great deal of information. Cam decided to tell her why he was camping in a national park four days before Christmas.
Or, at least, the gist of it.
“I need to perform a ritual that will bond me with a sword,” he began.“Essentially, I'm something called a seneschal, an 'hereditary steward' of a sword given t' my family a verra long time ago. It is known as a claidheamh soluis or 'glaive of light'.” He shook his head as the fire popped behind him. “I canna use it properly until I perform a spell to bond with it.” He shrugged and glanced at his wristwatch. “That's the short form.”
Or, at least, the gist of it.
“I need to perform a ritual that will bond me with a sword,” he began.“Essentially, I'm something called a seneschal, an 'hereditary steward' of a sword given t' my family a verra long time ago. It is known as a claidheamh soluis or 'glaive of light'.” He shook his head as the fire popped behind him. “I canna use it properly until I perform a spell to bond with it.” He shrugged and glanced at his wristwatch. “That's the short form.”