"I wilt neither bless nor condemn her now, for tis not yet our place to interfere. Tis thy test to win or lose without thy parents' guidance."
He reaches into the packs he brought with him, drawing out her Yule gift, a sword of Asgardian steel, which faintly radiates magic.
"Twas forged with Mjolnir itself serving as the smith's tool. when thou takest it in hand, the grip shalt mold itself to thy grip. It shalt not break nor lose its edge save in the most dire of battles, and it shalt feel right and balanced to no hand but thine. But otherwise, it carries no enchantment nor a name yet... tis thy duty to do such deeds as wilt honor it, and eventually let the blade be recast stronger and further enchanted. Thou now hast thy sword, but thou must earn it a name."
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