Shut up!

"Look, you can't just go in there and slay whatever is lurking in the darkness."

"Yes I can, it's practically my job."

"Your job? Hah! The only way you are getting paid is if the beasty is carrying something useful that you can sell."

"Look, can you shut up and do YOUR job?"

"My job? You can't tell me what my job is. I'm a sentient being with my own mind!"

"Right. First you need a body to have a mind. Now shush or the 'beasty' will flee the dark hole!"

"Fine... No, no I won't shut up. I refuse to shut up and I refuse to help you in slaying whatever is in that hole!"

"Fine."

I stick the sword in it's scabbard and pull out a dagger.

"Mmmph. Mmmm. Mph.. Fstsbp!"

"Shut up!"

As it turns out magic sentient swords aren't all that great to have around. At least mine isn't!