Twenty-Two
Olivia
Summer 954 MC
Beverly sat on the back step, her sword resting on her knees, enjoying the first of the warm summer days. She reached into her bag to retrieve the oil rag she always used to wipe down her blade. Examining it, she determined it was too worn, so she pulled out a fresh rag, then retrieved the small vial of oil. She gently removed the stopper, tipping the contents over the rag only to be rewarded by…nothing. She held the small container to the light and observed, with some frustration, that it was empty. Staring at it for a few moments, she tried to will more oil out of the thing, but finally gave up. She could, of course, have just used the old rag one more time, but she was always particular about the care of her weapons. No, the only solution was to get mo
