[ He very much appreciates the attempt at showmanship, and it draws a smile from him. It's sweet, how the half-orc tries to make him feel better in every way.
The gleam of the blade takes him out of his darkvision for a moment, and Molly can't quite stop a surprised laugh as he sees it steady in Fjord's hand. The snowflakes fall on his face, little stars of cold that wake up the numbness in him. ]
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The gleam of the blade takes him out of his darkvision for a moment, and Molly can't quite stop a surprised laugh as he sees it steady in Fjord's hand. The snowflakes fall on his face, little stars of cold that wake up the numbness in him. ]
It's beautiful, Fjord. Star razor, right?