[Its hard to notice things you are simply used to, but Sieglinde would be grateful for the consideration if she noticed it. As it was, that was simply what she was used to though- Wolfram was large, and strong, but he always was gentle when he carried her, always careful and mindful and let her sit in the crook of his arm so she felt as independent as possible-

But now Wolfram was in a sickbed recovering and she wasn't by his side, she was here in this place, and she has... Well, for now, she has one Date Masamune.]

It is a story from the days of the ancient Greeks... A monster beget of the fell beast Typhon and his mate, the snake woman Echidna.

[Just a story, one could have thought... But she had been raised to believe that monsters were a reality, even if days previous she had been shown the monsters in her own life had been fake... But what of others?]

With the body of lion, snake, and goat, it breathes fire and moves at a terrible speed. It took attacks from the air and the use of lead that melted in its fire to kill it in the tales.

[The image matched the one burned into the cobblestone street, her eyes glued to it as they pushed closer, fingers threading through the straps of Masamune's armor and holding tight- not just for balance, either.]