[Tatlyn smiled as she reached behind herself and flipped up a side pocket on her bag, pulling out a short rod and brought it forward. The rod grew and extended until it was as tall as she was as she held it upright. It was a black and gold trimmed crook staff with a peculiar orb on the top. It seems particularly old, but well maintained.]
This has been my companion for over a lifetime, you know. I have no name for it, though.
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This has been my companion for over a lifetime, you know. I have no name for it, though.