wayfarer
Velok Brokentusk
Mercy
Nova Dainlei
Big, yet even heavier than he imagined. His shoulder sunk somewhat as the hilt fell into his grasp. The otherworldly material was not lost on Corin, a quick once-over drank in all the details. The knot of hair, too. Versed enough in Sith artifacts, though with no knowledge on how to create them.
A wayfinding amulet to guide on through the Nether. That was a first for him.
"Hm," his throat lightly rumbled, bringing it down by his side. "Thanks."
Though he paid that price afterwards, holding onto his silence. He only watched, looking over to Nova once more. The darkness that most Sith drowned in either had not yet reached him, or he was more than an acolyte. In any case, Corin had other things taking his focus.
He let them all continue on by. As curious as he might have been, Corin was only interested in finding a way to Jutrand.