Valdis raised a brow when he finally replied. It was interesting that a living skeleton could seem so skeptical when he shouldn't even be possible. She turned and picked the blade back up, flipped it around so that she was holding the blade and offered the hilt to him.

"If you don't believe me," she replied, "Then feel free to touch it." The sword was glowing softly again, "But to answer your question, its magic has protected my soul for three hundred and forty two years."