[ Perhaps they have been used against her, Kettara thinks, and flattens her ears. The humans who guarded the camps when she was a child had rifles. Brought all the way from Ironforge, they would say, as if this was an impressive thing. She remembers the cracking sound the weapons made when they fired and how quickly a person would drop. She remembers a lot of things from back then, though very little of it is useful here.
She shakes her head. ]
You're small for a sword. You should learn to use knives. Or a quarterstaff, at least.
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She shakes her head. ]
You're small for a sword. You should learn to use knives. Or a quarterstaff, at least.