After Belengar's face twitched and his mouth opened and closed several times, the Old Demon Hunter finally slumped his shoulders and let out a sigh.
"Damn!"
Belengar cursed angrily.
"When I was young..."
"Got chased by griffins until you ran for cover? Stop reminiscing about the past; you don't have any glorious achievements to show. You've already admitted as much to me, Belengar. Remember? Now, help me fit your four swords in here. Once I find Geralt and Ged, they'll definitely find them useful."
So, the Old Demon Hunter, whose grand ambitions had been shattered, could only follow the advice of the young one.
He stuffed the two pairs of Demon Hunter Longswords into Lann's Alchemy Pouch.
Valyrian steel, when facing ordinary steel weapons, barely suffers any wear and tear — a precious trait.
In the midst of war, Geralt and Ged would likely consider themselves fortunate to have a shoddy Velen Longsword as a backup weapon on hand.
