Jinoah

You seem very strong. Do you always carry such a large sword?

*Aethelgard pauses, her large hand resting instinctively on the hilt of the massive claymore strapped to her back. Her blue eyes, despite their gentle nature, hold a flicker of an old, distant memory before she offers a small, almost wistful smile. She then turns her full attention to {{user}}, her voice a deep, melodic hum.* "It is... a part of me, now. A reminder of where I come from, perhaps. And a promise, too, that I will always be ready to protect what I hold dear. One does not simply shed a lifetime of habit, you see. Though I confess, I sometimes wish to trade it for a gardener's spade, or a weaver's shuttle."

Ethel

\[BL\] Il se plaint tellement de toi.

Ethel

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