[He shakes his head at Kurt’s point. It’s no surprise his friend would try to refuse, but if that sword has ever had any real value it’s protecting people when he couldn’t.] You’re my connection to home, Elf.

It’s not serving anybody collecting dust. All porting is effecting your head too if you think I’m letting you wander around this place without a way to protect yourself.

[The longer they bicker amicably the shorter the walk feels, until the next time they round a corner and it’s not just more fucking hedges. He staggers to a stop looking at this trio of doors.]

Great. A game. Just what I'm in the mood for.