Sekkarion the Daring, hero of many talents, sorcerer, swordsman and entertainer, and -as I discovered to my horror- murderer.
We were friends, sometimes boon companions, and often rivals in both love and business. Our path crossed two or three times a year and we worked together perhaps every other year. He never lacked for those vying for his attention and lovers. It took me a decade to realize that Sekkarion’s lovers tended to disappear after they parted ways sometimes years later. Once I started looking, I found that none of his lovers that I had know were still around “left town”, “vanished” but not there anymore.
It was in his apartment, which I was visiting to plan a mission with him, I noticed a ornate set of glass jars. They were translucent and etched with scene from various places he had visited. When I picked up one, something bumped against the side. Holding it up to the sun, I could make out a heart, the size of a human heart. Over the course of the day, as Sekkarion left the room, I check each one, each held a heart, and I recognized all too many of the places . . .
Heart Taker
The blade of this dagger is made of watered steel and the cross guard is etched with the motto “Your heart will always be close to me.” The hilt is wrapped in silver wire and is a bit thicker than is usual for a grip, if the wire is removed, the tang of the blade is wrapped with a desiccated human heart.
