Guts’ thoughts about the future tended to end a few days ahead of his present. He had enough on his plate trying to figure out how to stay alive the following week, and seemed to be satisfied keeping his mind there. Beyond that, it was all rather nebulous.

Distracted from the thought of revisiting the bear by Vena, he takes a look at all the shards of metal being hammered into vaguely knife like shapes. It looked a bit rough, but so did most pieces of metal before being polished up.

He wasn’t a master blacksmith, he couldn’t see all the mistakes Lashan could. He just sees some works in the rough that will surely be refined into something worthwhile by all the skilled artisans here.

“Looks like you got a good head start. What’re they for?”