[ On its own, Geralt would not have recognized the significance of the sword other than the ignition it bears and the wolves etched into the steel. But when he picks it up to examine it, a fine crack across the blade catches his eye. Nero did not, he realizes, give him this sword solely for wielding. Not exactly.
I stole my brother's sword...and then broke it, trying to fight a wall. Cracked it right in half.
He runs his thumb over the break. Hm.
The sword finds a home in the armoury, where the few surviving artefacts are stored. He places it next to the first silver blade forged for a Witcher. ]
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I stole my brother's sword...and then broke it, trying to fight a wall. Cracked it right in half.
He runs his thumb over the break. Hm.
The sword finds a home in the armoury, where the few surviving artefacts are stored. He places it next to the first silver blade forged for a Witcher. ]