“Whenever a weapon or tool is handmade from the hearthstone of the land, it is magicked to its maker. Axes or swords or even a battering ram—whatever it is will always answer the call of the person who made it. It’s why most blacksmiths are blood-oathed. Only the most righteous are trusted to forge for others.” “Where’s yours?” “Sitting in pieces on my mantle at home, if I recall correctly. Splintered in half on a walnut not long after my eleventh birthday.” He holds out his palm, pointing to the scar between his thumb and forefinger. “How did you end up with mine?” “Your mother gave it to me
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