“You don’t?” Amrysha’s brows rose again. Surprised that I was wandering around with stuff I didn’t have a pedigree for? Well, that was how Earth worked. We didn’t have full-blooded master crafters walking around. You took what you could find and were happy to get it.
“I know one word.” Because Xervan had told me.
“There are often as many as ten or twelve linked to a high-quality blade crafted by a master. I could look that one up if I were back home, but…” She was stuck here. Bathing in a fountain.
I feared I would need to search elsewhere for a resource. Too bad Simera hadn’t given me a way to contact her.
“Go shop for munitions, ThorSigruned.” Pariah waved me toward the door. “You can research your treasure chest of goodies when we get back.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.”
“Yes, Colonel,
