Chapter seventeenThe whetstone hissed smoothly and sweetly along the blade. The stone was Devron Obni, a high quality product something like terrestrial Turkish stone. The color, as the name suggests, was a deep red. The sword, a drexer, would cut cleanly by the time I’d finished.
Tobi was fiddling with his armor, not happy with the straps. Naghan Raerdu sat poring intently over the map of the palace. His guile and my gold had obtained the map — well, they were really architect’s plans. Nath Javed came in just then carrying some of his kit and instantly my quiet room filled with noise and bustle.
There was absolutely not a shred of doubt that I was happy to see Old Hack ’n’ Slay. He called me Jak most of the time, remembering our first meeting and our perilous adventures thereafter. Yes,
