Bog & Myrtle

Myrtle, a sword as swift as a pricking thorn. Wide of girth, she whistles fair with every swing. The weapon of a Dendrit commoner, but that does not make her so. Bog, a round and rusted shield. Dented and scarred by more wars than one. To mistress Myrtle, ever-bound. Once battle-lost, now Envoy-found.