by apricity » Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:55 am
Gwen kelt down by the lake's edge. "Father, I need a sword-one not made of celestial bronze." she said, then dropped three gold drachmas into the lake for the offering. The disapeared, and a silver sword appeared in her hands. "Thankyou, father" she murmered, then raced back to Damon. "Problem solved."