Ajora sat lost in her own thoughts, humming an old tune as she worked diligently, sharpening her saber under the dim light of the innumerable torches that illuminated the Mavaerian campsite while she prepared for another exhausting day at the battleground that early morning.
-You can’t really be serious about using that tiny little trinket to sharpen your huge-ass Cahenean blade, are you girl? – Teranha´s voice mockingly commented, and Ajora found her face hovering over her shoulder with an arched eyebrow – Why on earth would Finjël take the time to give you all the training and the weapons but still fail to provide you with the tools to keep them in proper shape? He surely is getting old… Here, use this!
She sighed, reaching into her sack, then tossing her a heavy sharpening stone, whic
