MERC XIX: Toss a Coin to your Goblin

[Ironsmith]

[Dena's Office]

"...yeah, sure. Show me." Dena relents as she suppresses a sigh.

Anything that could get this over with.

[Dena's Office]

kwishuuu

Septimus stands there with his hand outstretched, fingers curled around a shaft of light that wasn't there a moment ago. The construct hums with energy, slicing through the air even with the gentlest of motions. It extends off in either direction, long enough to give the appearance of being equivalent to a staff or perhaps a twin-bladed sword.

The elf eyes Dena for some cue as to how he should go about using this weapon, now that she knows he has it and what it is.

[Shadowcaller]

[Dena's Office]

Alright, that seemed useful. Seemed like this guy,-

She checks her notes.

Septimus.

-had some potential after all.
"What's that?" She inquires while gesturing at what she assumed to be a weapon.

[Ironsmith]

[Dena's Office]

After an uncomfortably long amount of time staring at Dena, which is clearly far longer than it takes for the lag between their languages to take effect, Septimus finally gives a full and informative answer.

"...It is a weapon. I use it to fight."

So helpful.

"...Would you like to see me fight?"

[Murkus]

[Dena's Office OG]

"You two are just plain lazy," Tina chides. "Well, I guess I'll go let Cantie know about that thing. Kirk, hit me up later. You can show me your favorite dirk." She winks at him and will sweep out of the room.