The weapon in my hands glowed briefly, the light fading into my fingertips and through my veins; we were instantly bonded.
Still, I felt uncertain.

"If I'm a hero of destiny... shouldn't I have.. um... a talking SWORD?" I asked.

"What century is it?" it asked back.

"The 21st..."

"How many swords do you see on a daily basis?"

"Hardly any but..."

"But what?"

"Lugging around a magical talking crowbar seems JUST AS conspicuous...?"

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