Aundair was sitting on a log, his cloak draped over his shoulders, his helmet on the ground, and his long steel resting on his legs. He spat on the blade and ran the stone across it with a faint *shhing*. He tested the blade with his thumb and felt its razor edge as it drew a faint line of blood. He gingerly put the injured body part into his mouth and slid the blade back into its sheath. Pulling out his shorter blade, he began to repeat the process. About halfway through sharpening that blade, a fellow initiate named Kage walked up and offered him an ale
He hesitated for a moment before responding "Nah, I'm gonna have to pass this time, but hit me up later. It's not a good idea to be drinking with blades drawn" both of them laughed and Kage clapped Aundair on the back before walking off.
He hesitated for a moment before responding "Nah, I'm gonna have to pass this time, but hit me up later. It's not a good idea to be drinking with blades drawn" both of them laughed and Kage clapped Aundair on the back before walking off.