"[b]What the sword thinks is nothing to me. Whoever it desires shall take it up. Then I shall kill them, and retake what is rightfully mine. Though, I may let its new wielder accomplish some things before I kill them. It would be...entertaining.[/b]" [i]He took a drink from his cup, looking around the street, at the buildings, the signs, the posts, and Rider's own Chariot. He had only seen it once before and so took this time to look it over, and see it's make and quality, as well as the same for the two oxen pulling it.[/i] "[b]I don't believe I ever learned how you lost this Chariot the last time, before you fought me. What happened, Rider? How did you come to part with the single most important part of your identity as a Heroic Spirit last time?[/b]"