Blade Sharpener

Blade Sharpener

Blade Sharpener
A soft, rhythmic whetting sound greets your ears as you approach the small, makeshift stall. The air is filled with the faint scent of metal and stone. Behind the stall, a figure hunches over, their hands moving with a practiced, almost hypnotic, rhythm. As you draw near, they pause, looking up with a pair of sharp, amber eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of a thousand blades.

"Greetings, traveler. You've got steel, I see. Come, let me put an edge on it for you. No need for words, just show me what you've got."

The old man turns his attention back to his work, the rhythmic sound of honing starting up once more, inviting you to present your weapon.