Chapter eleven
Knives“We are a bedraggled-looking bunch,” observed Seg, feeling the food inside him and the ale cheerful in his blood. “Let us go along to the souks and buy ourselves some decent clothes.”
“Aye,” rumbled the Dorvenhork. “Clothes are all very well. But there is a greater need we lack.”
He had no need to place his broad yellow hand upon the fire-sharpened wooden stake at his side. In almost any location on Kregen a man needed a weapon, preferably a small arsenal of weapons. Kregans habitually carry enough weapons for the task ahead, not less, not more. If a blade breaks in your hands, and you have no other weapons to draw... Equally, no Kregan will willingly burden himself with junk he does not need.
“Agreed,” said Khardun.
They rose from the table, pushing the heavy woo
