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Recorder looked at the Dragonborn strangely. The blade he bore... That couldn't be... It was... "Dragonborn," she asked quietly, "Where did you get that sword?" The dragonborn looked up at her and grunted. "Twas my father's blade. Why do you ask?" Recorder shuffled. "No particular reason... Where did your dad get it?" The last dragonborn looked up into the skies, as though in deep thought. "He told me of a warrior who fought great beasts with this blade. Eventually, however, the blade was passed to him, and then to me." Recorder asked another question. "What was this warrior's name?"

"Father tells me his name was Ludwig, once."

"Oh dear... the Academy is not going to like this..."