Chapter 97: New knives.

STANDING BEFORE THE metal artisans' area, Nigel tamed his discomfort. Behind him, he could feel the eyes of two Dagerstanteen guards judging him. The strangers watched him, and though they weren’t whispering, he knew they were assessing him. He sensed it, a prickle on his skin. His sense tentacle was working overtime.

“You want me to rebuild the handles? Only the handles?” Metal Smith Brotula tipped his head at Pete, his tentacles twitching in ...