“You need not worry, for it has been a long while since a blade has been ruined at my doing,” Jadae examined the blade as the elf carefully placed it in her hands. It was different from the knife she had been asked to polish. It was tougher and not as light. It was still an Elven blade though.
Jadae smiled and looked outside to see the sun. “Perhaps my new friends Jack and Arethin would like to tell you two the tale,” she suggested, looking at Anuion and Angalos.
As Jadae sharpened the three blades, and polished the Elven knife she had been asked to polish, Jack told the story of the book, the Wanaparma. Jack told the story with a skeptical tone, as though it was a lie or some sort of joke. Maybe it was to Jack, but it didn’t seem like he had much else to do. Arethin, though, seemed quite intrigued and overjoyed by the tale.
The thick, warm air of the afternoon cooled off as the sun began to set. The three men and one elf were discussing the book when Jadae finished with the blades.
“So, what say you? It seems only Arethin and I believe in this tale,” Jadae started, carefully giving the correct blades back to the right master.
“Only because you have too much time on your hands,” Jack protested. Jadae smiled, and wondered if Jack had realized what he had just said.
"We have too much time on our hands? You yourself said that 'a criminal was about as frequent as a dragon attack'. I believe that if anyone has too much time on their hands, it is you, sir Jack," Jadae answered mockingly.
"What are you trying to say?" Jack wondered aloud.
"I say we go and find the book," Jadae answered matter-of-factly.
[ January 30, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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