Talk:Archery Range/@comment-4932536-20121226055219/@comment-5895897-20121227080009

Luc slowly draws his black and bronze harmonica from his pocket, where his knife had been. Sighing, he lifts the harmonica up above his head. With a flick of his finger wind passes through the small instrument, playing a short tune. It ends in a high note, and suddenly the harmonica sharpens into a beautiful dagger made of mortal steel, and lined with celestial bronze. He lowers the blade and looks at it mournfully.