“Well this is where we leave you, ah good luck I guess, it seems you have tons considering you got the local mad man for pod duty,” the labtech offered nothing else but a wave as he wandered back to the lab muttering about idiots all around him.

Roland on the other hand was left standing before the cave with a slight frown. They kept weapons in a cave? Weapons where something important but if they really where why would they keep them in a dingy cave? Slowly he made his way in following the stairs in what otherwise passed as complete silence though somewhere deeper in the cave a voice could be heard. He wasn’t sure who or what it was, but something was coming from deeper in the cave, perhaps another labtech like the one who brought him here?

<< Tro tror den hellige mannen kommer. Tro Tro den hellige mannen kommer. >>

“Hello?” His voice bounced hollow around the cave as he moved down farther. Still the voice continued.

<< Når skyggene vokse lang og mørket blir gammel. Tro tror en hellig mann kommer. >>

He reached the door to the room, a lone torch was burning and it seemed like no one was in there, so who was singing? Stepping inside he found tablets lining the walls each looking as bland as the next, some had markings that looked like weapons. Some older, some new, others worn smooth and others cut deep. He reached out gently towards one but something stopped him, he turned looking to the other side curiously.

<< Når han løfter våpenet skyggene vil visne. Vokt deg pass, kommer en hellig mann. >>

His fingers reached towards another stone, this time the voice grew louder in the verse it sang, he couldn’t place the words though. “W-who are you?”

<< Sylvia, you must be Roland, you’ve taken a while to get here. >>

The voice was female, teasing and coy, it felt like someone was smirking at him.

<< Well? What are you waiting for? I’m tired of singing where no one can hear. You are the holy man aren’t you? Will you banish the shadows? >>

< I what? I don’t understand. >

He didn’t even realize he was no longer speaking but rather thinking, speaking to the tablet just beneath his fingers only in his mind.

<< It’s an old song, my family used to say in the days of old holy men came to drive our kind away. That is what a weapon does. Though you aren’t very holy… you seem. Small. >>

The voice faded to laughter, a wicked cold sound that caused him to freeze like glass or crystal was being shattered behind every note of the laugh. He leaned forward unsure what to do next his fingers brushing the stone before it seemed to glow. A shriek of noise tore through his head dropping him to his knees. The sound of a tornado inside his own head filled his very being as wind seemed to kick in the small cave. He could hear it, the voice, it was the cause of noise and chaos. He clenched harder at the tablet, no, a bar. Slender and long curving slightly, and oddly light. When he opened his eyes he would notice the figure atop the long bar from her emerged the blade, crystal, glass he wasn’t sure but the blades where sharp, with one longer and more curved then the others made in silver, green and blue.

A scythe, his weapon was a scythe.

“W-what w-why is it so LOUD!” He screamed as he stumbled backwards clutching his scythe. The noise stopped suddenly and the blades seemed to glow ever so faintly with a white mist. When the voice, rather Sylvaria spoke it was snide, almost insulted.

<< What would you expect of a banshee? >>

"So... so this is it? I'm going to use you to fight?" The memories trickled back the strange events back home. The anger, wishing to fix it. His finger tightened around Slyvia's slender form.

<< So -thats- why you came here, you wanted revenge? >> Laughter filled his mind. << You'll get that and more. We'll write a wonderful song about your noble deeds >>

"Will those songs be... loud..." he was frowning as he spoke finally holding her out like a true weapon testing her in a few awkward swings, a scythe was not an easy weapon to use.

The only response he got to his question was more laughter that finally turned to a gentle humming tune as he turned to leave the cave.