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Ihawxd enjoyed the pleasentries of living in a castle, so much so that he constantly found himself mking up excuses to stay 'one more day'. He benefited nothing from staying these extra days, and every day spent at the castle was one more day Holden would have to live without any protection from their raiders. The incident with Keplers finally recalled him to life, however, and, after giving Walden all the information he possibly could, left the castle with a significant amount of reluctance.

He first retrieved his horse from the royal stables. The two of them went back to Drace's cluttered shop in order to retrieve his sword. When he came in, Drace was talking to another man. The man was extremely anxious and couldn't stop snickering. He glared at Ihawxd when he entered and immediately began biting his nails. Drace got up from his reclined chair and began franticallly searching through his large piles of junk.

"Don't worry, your sword's in here somewhere. Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed. He handed a sheathed blade to Ihawxd and immediately sat back down.

"Go on, get out of here." his friend urged.

"But pay me first!" Drace interjected. Ihawxd handed Drace the small amount of money he owned and exited. Once outside the shop, he examined the changes made to his sword.

No changed had been made to the blade other than the fact that it had been made sharp. The hilt, however, had been changed drastically. The handle was wrapped in a leather grip, and the crossguard had been engraved with a design of two hooks interlocked. The blade, too, had an engraving of a hook carved down along the bottom half of the blunt side.

"Hmm. I actually like this." Ihawxd said to himself as he put the blad away. He took Alderaan by the reigns and continued to leave the village.

He headed northeast into a portion of the town he had never visited before. There, as he was walking through the empty streets, he noticed a large wooden plaform with a long row of chopping blocks, each covered in dried blood. Standing on the far left was a man in covered iny black, full body amor. The armor had spikes in seemingly every place possible. The helmet covered his entire head and had two large, black horns which jutted upwards. The man was holding a double bladed axe almost as tall as him, with one hand holding it upright and the other resting atop it. As Ihawxd walked by, he noticed the man's head slowly turn so as to constantly face him. The helmet scratched the armor as it did so, creating a faint yet noticeable creaking. Torn bits of black tied around the axe waved in the wind as a soft breeze floated by. Anxiously, Ihawxd urged his horse forward.