Noah spat on the ground. "Spare me the attempts at conversation, dog. I'm not here to talk... I'm here to settle an outstanding debt." He pulled the damaged scimitar from his belt, and planted it in the ground before drawing the other, newer one, holding it out in front of him, the tip pointed at Celyn's throat.
"Do you remember this blade, "King" Celyn?", he asked, hatred seeping into his voice.
