...

[she turns partway, withdrawing a bit, rubbing at her wrist again.]

The beast that killed my parents...Grima, the fell dragon. That's what did my world in. He slept for hundreds of years before his worshipers were able to able to wake him.

I don't want to see another world fall to disasters like that. Grima, Atropos...

If Falchion still has any use at all, then it has to be to keep disasters like that at bay.