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Annon noticed Erasmus pacing around the camp, looking at each stump and tree, counting off the paces between them, looking at each patch of ground, often testing it with the toe of his boot.

“Annon, what do you make of this?” Paedrin said to him, tossing the dagger he had claimed in Havenrook.

He caught it easily enough, then realized it was surprisingly heavy. “This is odd,” Annon said. Immediately the stone in the hilt started to glow. That surprised him as well, and he brought it closer to the fire, where Hettie and Paedrin were.

“It did that in his hand,” the Bhikhu said. “Right before he cut me.”

Annon nodded, staring at the stone. He brought it closer to his face and thought he saw something inside, a little pulse of light. It was so tiny, yet it seemed to zigzag inside. It reminded him of Tyrus’s tower in Kenatos, all those orbs with the light that Tyrus seemed to sooth.

The light grew brighter and the zigzagging more intense.

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He glanced at Hettie and saw her looking at it also, her eyes curious. Then she removed her travel pack and started rummaging in it for supplies to stitch Paedrin’s wound.

“Not yet,” Annon said, halting her. “Hold a moment.”

He stared at the stone and saw that it was not a stone. Phlebotomy the veins whisperer face mask It was a round orb of glass, no larger than a child’s toy. It was connected to the blade through an intricate mesh of metal weaving.

“There is something curious about this,” Annon said. It was a strange feeling, a familiar feeling.

“Why does it glow?” Paedrin asked.

“Because it is worth five thousand ducats,” Erasmus said, glancing over at them. “It has some power within it. Power that makes it more useful than just a blade alone. It is the craft of the Paracelsus to make such things.”

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How to buy it?

Annon turned the weapon over in his hand. Phlebotomy the veins whisperer face mask The stone grew bright again, almost frantic. There was something about the weave of the metal in the hilt and how it formed an ornamental fashion around the stone.

“Five thousands ducats, you say?” Annon murmured. That was a lot of money in Kenatos or anywhere in the world. The light flashed almost pleadingly.

Erasmus stamped his boot on a spot of ground, probably after having inspected it a dozen times, and then slowly settled into the earth, wrapping the cloak about him protectively. “Five thousand. Maybe more, depending on the power.”

Annon held the handle in the flat of his hand and stared at it hard.


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