Keriya took the sword from Viran before turning to the blacksmith one final time. “Farren, if there’s anything I can do to repay you, let me know.”
He chuckled, flashing a gap-toothed grin. “Jus’ keep an eye on this one for me, will yeh?” He nodded at Viran. “He gets into trouble all the time, and I’d like to see him come home safe.”
Farren stood in the doorway of the forge, silhouetted by the glow from the fires within, waving them off. Then he ducked inside to return to his work.
“He’s a good man,” Viran commented as Keriya sheathed her sword. She noted they weren’t taking the main entrance. She assumed Viran had wanted to draw attention to the fact that the two of them were going somewhere together earlier. Now, with Sethildras restored, he desired a less conspicuous route.
“He is,”
