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"We went to a museum that house a fabled blade of Charlemagne, and this woman attacked the museum trying to get to it. We stopped her, then decided to go protect the other blades." Dolemeck spoke softly once more, his head was lowered and looking away from his Uncle Ken.

"At the second museum, I saw a tabard that brought back all of my memories. It was mine, and now people were gawking at it. While I was stunned by the sudden flood of memories, that woman attacked once more. I broke a case, took a blade, and went to battle with her. Again, we thwarted her attack... but I was unwell and went home. Derek told me to get myself together and keep going, that we had to protect the last blade. So we went to Spain, I killed two men working for this woman... as back in my day, looting a house of God was punishable by death. I battled the woman, who turned out to be possessed by the sword she was using, and nearly killed her. Derek stopped me, she disappeared, we collected the blades to be put under guard by Atlas, and I was admitted to a hospital with physical and mental wounds. I now have to attend strict therapy and am no longer allowed to live on my own until further notice."