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Silas led Vala to the edge of the village The ping of e hue fros, Sadrick,” Silas said

Sadrick turned to face them His leather apron stretched over what could be , unkempt beard Hammer in one hand and a short-sword in the other “Duris, for what do I owe the pleasure?”

Mara looked up at Silas

Silas hoped that the look he gave back was enough to keep him quiet

“The boy needs a blade”

“Ah” Sadrick looked over Mara “He’s a skinny one Funny eyes too”

“Neverjourney ahead of us”

Sadrick bowe

d “My liege”

“Ha, enough of that”

Sadrick put the sword on the anvil and walked into his hut He returned to kneel in front of Mara “Hand out, boy”

Mara did so, and Sadrick revealed the gold-handled Vespen blade, just like Silas’s own, and placed it in Mara’s hand

“Doesn’t he get to pick his own?” Silas said

“Pick his own? What’s the point? I make them all the same, and they all do the sarow into it” Then passed him a leather sheath “Be careful with that now You could hurt somebody”

Mara looked at the blade in the same way he had when he’d held Silas’s