Twenty Nine

Bird was pretending to be asleep. This gave her ample opportunity to observe this artifact that had fallen into her lap. It was unbearably creepy. The silence that surrounded the sword was deafening. It lay there motionless and inert. Inside this sword there was a man. It was thinking and planning things. The fact that it didn’t have any body language for her to read was unnerving.
Typically, if somebody was thinking something dangerous, she could divine their intentions by the set of their shoulders or read the lies they were trying to tell from the dishonesty around their eyes. This Daemon Sword gave none of these helpful cues.
Unspoken subtext had saved her ass a number of times in her life and she considered herself a devotee to the subtle art of observing such minutia. Here, she was completely lost in the woods. She would have to simply take him at his word in all things, which was completely ridiculous.
What did she know about him so far? He was dangerous, that’s for sure. Merely wielding him could be fatal. He claimed to have instantly made an invisible friend in the sky. That absolutely reeked of bullshit. It sounded like something a child would make up. She had definitely seen something come out of the sky though, but the very best lies contained mostly truth. The Mysterious illness she had come down with had miraculously been healed by the medicine that had been provided by this sky person. This was also suspect.
This was a situation that would have to be remedied. If she were to keep bearing him, an understanding would have to be reached. She could just abandon him any time she pleased though. She would probably feel bad about it, but she had done worse in her lifetime.
He offered a bit of hope though. That was undeniable. The Wendigo were a real problem, and the possibility of defeating them was certainly appealing. Imagining a world without them seemed like pure fantasy. Of course there was the aspect of reaping some sort of revenge for her parents, but she had stopped crying about their loss years ago. She was more interested in revenge for humanity as a whole.
As she was having this mental debate, she stopped pretending to be asleep and actually played the part. Her last thought before sleep took her was that she could settle this whole Fyndraxis thing in the morning with a rather simple demonstration of who exactly he was dealing with.