Chapter 6.4.2

I turned away calmly and changed my clothes. I carefully folded the monk’s robe and put it in my trunk, and I placed the cross on top of it. I laid Geldswan beside it, then picked up Sharp’s sword. It was a well-made piece, finely balanced, with a gilded hilt. “Skyfire,” was engraved down the blade.

I looked back at Sharp. He was no longer fighting. Instead, he glared at me, watching as I placed his sword beside my own, closed the trunk, and locked it. I handed the key to Charles. Then I picked up my harp.

“Aren’t you going to put your boots on?” Charles asked.

I shook my head. A Bard-in-training does not wear shoes.

“What are ye going to with him?” Elise asked.

I shrugged at her, and made shooing motions. She had been exposed to enough danger for the day, and needed no more.

Thankfully, she went without complaint.