[Hawke doesn't respond immediately. For a moment all he does is simply frown at the sword. Even Notch appears to be bothered by its presence. His ears fold against his skull and he gives Hawke a look that one might call worried. The hound remembers just the blade just as well as his master.]

Are you sure you're not just a demon trying to use my memories against me? Because honestly that would make things so much simpler.

[Without waiting for an answer Hawke approaches the weapon. He gives a sigh of resignation before grabbing it by the sheath. Leaving it behind would be a mistake. Even he knows that. If it's here then it's for a reason. But he has to make sure.

Grabbing the hilt, Hawke draws the wickedly hooked weapon from it's sheath. The thing looks like a jagged talon ripped from a giant bird of prey. Instantly power thrums up his arm as it reacts to the blood in his veins. Arcs of lighting race up and down the blade while Hawke twirls it in his hand becoming instantly familiar with it again.]

Never thought I'd see this thing again.