Chapter 21: The Corvid Prince and a Three-Sided Dagger

Alix was in the forge again, stripped down to the binding over her chest because her shirt, light as it was, was soaked through with sweat and stuck to her skin uncomfortably when she moved. She was working on Hellfire crossbow bolts and a short blade to match for the Rivers siblings because something about the idea of arming the Caretaker’s Witnesses with unholy steel brought her great amusement.

And weapon smithing kept her busy enough that she didn't have to think about yesterday, the day before, or much of anything beyond how to shape the weapon.

And neither Nathaniel nor Marie seemed keen on arguing after learning about a few of the other weapons she’d smithed over the years.