The gruesome story of Salthor’s final bow came as a shock to Robin, a grip of remorse settling deep within his chest. Despite his own unfortunate meeting with the crazed wood elf, nothing could compare to the trail of blood and fire left in Salthor’s wake on what should have been a joyous occasion. Just how many had this psychotic man tortured and traumatized? While left in unease at the harrowing tale, Robin finds himself with an odd sense of relief. Finally, the man who had stolen many nights of sleep for him could never reach him again.
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Robin would later find, to his shock and horror, a very familiar sword left at his doorstep. The blade of bone and blackened flesh of a handle brought familiar feelings of phantom pains through his shoulder and across his legs. However, as he plucked the blade from the ground he knew it was time to put this great craftsmanship, however vicious its initial intent was, to a greater use; to better himself, his strength, and his mind.