Spoiler: Iria, Ezeze
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"Fah! Mine eyes have seen much of this world little witch, mine intuition is well founded." The Staff said in a haughty tone.
"A very long time indeed, for I hath memory of at least a dozen and ten ceremonies before Raymond. The fools forgot that to speak mine wielder must draw me. Hmmph!...luckily mine sheath hath been lost. Being mute is not in keeping."
The staff is silent for a long, long time as the group walks, almost long enough to leave the lady of the Tower wondering the staff has gone mute.
"That story hath more time behind it, and more treachery and heartbreak than thou might wish to hear of little witch." Iria's staff speaks slowly, as if picking words carefully."I came to be in much the same way as thyself!" A laugh from the weapon."Naked and bawling, most like. Mine form hath not always been as thou now perceives, and is certainly not on mine own wishes. Still...know that mine present design is to the protection of she who wields me. Aye, and more than that, for I will do so willingly for a sister of the Craft. Such things are as they should be. Thou might call me Zo, in private, though that name hath been a long time dead methinks. However, do not speak such secrets to the others!" The staff speaks before Iria can share that bit of information.
"The Grovewalker, mayhaps I still trust him, but I hath little trust of the others. Names are very important when known, besides the knowing of mine compulsion to help she who wields me might make them greedy, as men are wont to be. Speak only that mine loyalty is of to thou and those thou-est care for."The staff goes truly quiet, letting her digest all of that.