"I do not think so," Kreyu replies with a shake of her head.
She grins. "Hopefully, I will see you again soon, and with your new arm."
Once Shephard has washed up and he and the Smith have eaten, the Smith beckons him over to a worktable. On the table is a small, very sharp knife and a small bronze disk.
"These are the means of an old ritual, one that reveals secrets in the blood. If you would make a small cut and shed a few drops of blood on the disk there, it will give me a better idea of how the dweomers must intertwine in your hand."
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She grins. "Hopefully, I will see you again soon, and with your new arm."
Once Shephard has washed up and he and the Smith have eaten, the Smith beckons him over to a worktable. On the table is a small, very sharp knife and a small bronze disk.
"These are the means of an old ritual, one that reveals secrets in the blood. If you would make a small cut and shed a few drops of blood on the disk there, it will give me a better idea of how the dweomers must intertwine in your hand."