He examined the sword in the light. Its edge was still as sharp as when his mentor had first shown it to him, although it had been used in many noble quests. He could feel their weight in the steel.
He sheathed his blade and walked towards the town gates. His friends were waiting for him.
He didn’t feel worthy of the sword. He didn’t feel worthy of his companions. He couldn’t summon fire or heal wounds or disarm ancient traps. But if he could protect them, with his blade or his life, he would. He hoped that was enough.

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