Joyeuse looks at you from the museum showcase glass "You look so much like him" Joyeuse said her gold plated handle shining in the museum's light, her scabbard is hanging next to her with precious stones laced in it "You remind me of him to, my old master, my true master, not one of those French Bourbons. Oh what I'd give to be in your hands, I'd kiss you if I weren't in here"