While he opened the bag, Luna started to stretch her wrists. Her joints were a little sore, but that was no surprise: her joints were often sore, and she mostly tried to ignore it, only now and then taking something easy and over the counter to take the edge off. Most of the time it was tolerable... unless sheβd been tied up or twisted in strange positions all night. Being a doll for two strong masters was not always the best thing for whatever was wrong with her body.
βI was hoping,β Luna told him as she took the sword, rolling her shoulders, βthat I would be handed something more in the bastard sword range.β She grinned at him. βBut I suppose this will have to do. Iβve probably gotta earn the Conan cosplay sword.β