Almost done!
The afterbirth of yesterday's rain still clung in small puddles where the rancid liquids of whatever trash had been tossed casually away accumulated in a thick soup.
Alcander was not a medievalist, but it had the look of a thick bladed, single edged rondel dagger.
The afterbirth of rain? That is quite the metaphor :P
Narrator: But he was, in fact, a medievalist.