They're quite rough blades now, still bearing some burrs and irregularities from being cut with hammer and chisel and hammered out. The edges are all quite blunt, very unfinished.

Vena's a little crestfallen to think of having to put aside any elaborate, fanciful plans. She rallies. "Do you have a favorite color anyway? I wanna know. Here, look, mine's blue, but blue leather's not a thing, so Master Lashan made me one with a fascinum. Look!"

She has a rather tinier knife, extremely sharp, with a long handle and a blade only about three inches long in a sheath carried around her neck by a braided cord. Vena draws it and holds it up. There's a short loop of a thin leather strip on the end, bearing a blue bead with white eye rings, like the beads on Lashan's temple regalia. Guts has probably seen it in passing before, a small knife is indeed useful day to day.