You Are the One She Wants

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) But her sword doesn't like you... A wet Sidi elf sits down at your table in the Last Stag, licks a cursed talking sword, and recruits you as her fourth. Her sisters are packing. The Dark Lord is fifty feet of blood-plated cliche. The sword hates you on sight. Its twin is held by King Arthur on a northern island. You can be anyone. You can say no.