[The orb hovers unsteadily, as if it is struggling to remain afloat. It hears the man's voice, however, and within a quiet tinkle of bells an even fainter voice can barely be heard:]
Her blood... for mine...
[Saying just that little bit causes the spirit to fade dangerously close to disappearing completely. It seems that it needs strength somehow in order to continue talking.]
[The Dragonslayer, on the other hand, isn't even aware of the spirit's presence, let alone that it mentioned her blood.]
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Her blood... for mine...
[Saying just that little bit causes the spirit to fade dangerously close to disappearing completely. It seems that it needs strength somehow in order to continue talking.]
[The Dragonslayer, on the other hand, isn't even aware of the spirit's presence, let alone that it mentioned her blood.]