“You’re going to polish that blade away into nothing if you’re not careful,” Ren said, taking a seat next to him. “It gets sulky if I don’t clean it every night.” Lorreth’s tone bore a hint of exasperation. He grinned at us both in greeting. “The damned thing has mood swings worse than a Faeling whose balls are about to drop.” Ren laughed, nodding up at me. “Funny you mention balls. Ask him how his are.”
