Here, you can hold it, if you want. [He offered the long wooden staff to Chell with a little smile. It was heavy, carved from a tree trunk, and still smelled faintly of the wood it used to be. The runes dimmed slightly as the staff got further away from him, a signal of where the glow came from.]
I can tell stories without it. You heard of the Headless Horseman?
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I can tell stories without it. You heard of the Headless Horseman?