Shaking his head, Dolemeck headed into the grotto. He could not swim what so ever, but he was tall, and he could easily get the sword without drowning in it's refreshing looking waters.
There was some red about the water as he sunk in a bit to grasp the sword, only to pop up screaming in pain as he grasped Precieuse. It hurt him to hold the blade because of it's magical properties, but he did not want Derek to get even touch this blade!
If it made that woman into some sort of mind controlled swordswoman, he did not wish to see what it could do to Derek. He was cringing quite a bit, more blood dripping from his hand.
"I suggest we hurry... this pain is a bit much for me."
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