The Weight of the Scabbard

As Vrashnak caught the pouch and disappeared into the bustling commercial streets, Adam walked to Merlin.

A smile curving on his lips, he observed the man peering through the night sky's bright stars before he nodded.

"Good to see you in good health." His voice cracked with gratitude as he bowed. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done during the event. I vow to help you drink from Mymir's well."

Mischief sparkled in Melin's eyes as he smirked while retrieving something from his coat.

"I'll take your word for it."

He extended an item that made Adam shudder as his voice echoed. 

"Gilgamesh has called us back. I don't particularly enjoy his overbearing behavior, but the situation compelled us to listen this one time." His eyes narrowed, worry lacing his words. "Show us your strength and leadership by winning on your own. We all believe in you."