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Remis and the Sword



The first I came upon this old rusty sword, I thought little of it...
 
It had spilled from the wooden chest which Remis had brought forth from the Troll cave. What first caught my attention, was the eagerness of Remis to hold on to it and the desire of Thorvall to destroy it.
In my capacity of Caravan leader, both had deferred to my judgement and spoke little when I told them that I would hold the sword until we could decide what could be done.
 
Weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the incident, when I happened to catch sight of Remis skulking on the edge of the campsite in Gwingris. He seemed pre-occupied and when I hailed him, wasted no time in asking about the sword.
I repeated my desire to keep it with me until such times as a decision might be made. Remis’s demeanour irritated me, such was his childlike passion for this relic.
Later that evening I showed Cymaru the sword, a rusty blade and worn hilt which had a rather grubby stone set within. Nothing much of value we thought..except that Remis and Thorvall had deemed it a worthy prize.
 
As the days passed I watched Remis closely, and he watched me closer still, never far from me did he stray, eyes always on my pack, for  little did he know that I had buried the sword back in Gwingris.
 
I have to say, that I beheld favourable traits in Remis, although his reputation hung around his neck like a stone, I saw acts of kindness in him when he thought he was not being watched. And the mans bravery could not be faulted. He did not shy away when I asked for his assistance in guarding the caravan, but instead accepted his task with a curt nod and fought as well as any of the guards.
 
When it became apparent that our road was blocked, and we could go no further, He approached me once more and asked for the sword. I simply could not find a reason to refuse, I had delayed so much in coming to a decision about it. And so I gave Remis a small highly detailed map showing the whereabouts of the buried weapon.
 
What sometimes prays on my mind now is that I may have misjudged the man.. that is to say..i perhaps have thought too good of him. Others have already wailed at my soft heartedness and predicted all kinds of doom.
However, I acted on my own experiences with Remis, and I shall continue to judge a man by his actions and not his reputation. May his sword bring him good fortune and happiness, something we all wish for.