08: "...Now Cracks a Noble Heart..."

[armored_fruit]

[1]

The sword of Isaac Sinclair, a family blade that was carried into battle for many centuries, lies on a black sheet of cloth, shattered into several fragments.

Is there any who will attempt to reforge it?

[2]

The fortunes of the Sinclair family are secured, their future assured:

But who will seek to carry the one of them who made it possible home?

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[armored_mother]

[A knight of a family... that was a new one for her. But in the end it was all the same thing. Protect, serve, avenge. She doesn't even flinch as she was struck to remember the vows. She rises to her feet, determination in her eyes.]

I will carry it with honor and ensure that justice is done. I will not shirk from the duty this noble house has tasked me with.

[armored_fruit]

The Duchess hands Isaac's sword back to you, hilt first. Then, from the table, she takes an honest to god drinking horn and shoves it into your other hand.

"Then, as this noble house's first command..."

A bit of hoarseness slips into her voice, but the Duchess soon straightens it out. "...I ask you, Dame Anderson, to feast and drink with us, that we may usher my brave son into the next world!"

She raises a drinking horn of her own. "All glory to the victorious Sinclair, who fought with honor and loyalty, and strove for our family's future to his last breath! Waes-sail!!!!"

[armored_fruit]

Isaac's sister Glorianna, and the many others of the Sinclair estate, roar the same phrase in unison.

"Was-saillllll!!!"

[armored_mother]

Waes-sail!!

[To feast and drink... hah... inwardly Cora granted an apology to Sleuth and the others. She's getting on that wagon again just for a single day.]