Glittering blades of all shapes and sizes lay on stone-slab tables in the middle of the room, and more hung on the walls and from hooks in the rafters. She scanned the room, but saw no sign of her sword.
Keriya heard low voices, and she looked around to find a wiry old man had emerged from one of the doors on the right side of the room. He and Viran were conversing in whispers.
“Everything alright?” she asked, drawing their attention to her.
“Ah, you must be Andysse Kayah,” said the older man. “Farren Cordran, at yer service.”
She approached him, offering her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Andyn Farren.”
“Hah! Andyn, she says.” Farren grabbed her hand, crushing her fingers, and shook her entire arm. “Is she tryin’ to get me arrested?”
“Farren is a blacksmith, Keriya,” Viran explained as
