"Death, but I'd prefer not to die anytime soon. Not necessarily afraid of it, but I got things I want to do first. That's one way to get out of here, but then some people die to get here. It's a hell of an escape." Fred's focus was squarely on the sword.
"The City sends people away. I've met a pair of brothers, funny really, but I've met a pair of brothers who've come here twice, from two different times. Sort of miss them. Well, one of them, the other one I didn't know very well, neither time. But, you can go when the City lets you, I guess." She crouched down to try and get a better look at placard, maybe get a better look at the sword. "Big. Don't think it's a troll sword. Maybe a demon sword? Sort of sad really, seeing things in museums, locked away with nobody using them."