Failure is the best lesson

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After giving Dale some time to think, Barme carefully pulled the cloth covering the long item, revealing what it was.

"And this leads us to this…"

It was a long spear about the same size as Dale, with a red tip, and a gray metallic rod.

Dale wasn't very surprised when he saw it, he expected it to be a spear, anything else would've been weird.

There were many weapons amidst the items he brought from the Wall, had Barme been capable of fixing one of them together with the armor? 

"..?...!"

But upon a closer look, he became shocked as he saw its tip!

"Is this?..."

'But I thought it was a lost cause…'

"Yup, the strange thorn you brought with you, the darned thing that took the Commander's life, or so you told me, I wasn't there."

/Cling cling.../

Barme started to scrub the spear, tapping a few places with a deep expression as he heard the metallic sounds echo.