[It occurs to her to ask some questions about his own necromancer problem-- she can't help but be interested, given that she has quite literally given her whole damned life to one of them. But it is an interest that swiftly splinters away in the wake of his mention of swords, a mention that has her straightening from her slump, her eyes taking on a low glitter and her mouth curving into a wolfish grin. Anticipation peals from her in palpable waves.]
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I was starting to think you'd never ask.