Aldor stared at the wonder of the sword and belt he held. Like his, they were carved with the great steeds of Rohan, and the proud crest of the Mariners. But this sword was one of greater power than his could ever be. Fastening it around his waist, he stared at the woman walking away. Against his better judgement, he followed her.
The passages wove through great darkness, and only her faint glow held his way. Finally he began to see shapes forming, and he gripped the old sword warily...
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