““Celaena approached the stand that displayed Damaris, sword of Gavin, first King of Adarlan. The hollowed-out golden pommel glinted in the moonlight as she pulled the scabbard from the stand and strapped it across her back. “That is a sacred sword,” Mort hissed, as though he could see inside. Celaena smiled grimly as she stalked back to the door, flinging her hood over her head. “Wherever you are going,” Mort went on, “whatever you plan to do, you debase that sword by taking it from here. Aren’t you afraid of angering the gods?” Celaena just laughed quietly before she took the stairs, savoring each step, each movement that brought her closer to her prey.””
