Hercules takes in the information, not thinking for a moment that they might be the Nine of Tolkien fame. He's more than aware of J.R.R.'s work. But that's all fantasy, isn't it?
"Enchanted blades then."
Dangerous things, that. Herc fishes in his belt for something, a few leaves he'd found in the Continuum, things he'd used to dull the ache of wounds from fighting Typhon...
"Eat these. They won't get it out, but they'll make it more manageable, I hope."
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"Enchanted blades then."
Dangerous things, that. Herc fishes in his belt for something, a few leaves he'd found in the Continuum, things he'd used to dull the ache of wounds from fighting Typhon...
"Eat these. They won't get it out, but they'll make it more manageable, I hope."