After accepting his payment, Mathiel observed calmly as the druid examined the sickle.
– ‘I hope that you are satisfied with the result. As requested, the reforged elunite has been hardened with the provided ash samples. The sickle should be able to enhance your ability to harness the lunar energies of the night sky.’
Dulvarinn gave a satisfied nod.
– ‘I see that the handle is carved from starwood. Remarkable craftmanship. Well done, Mathiel.’
The smith bowed politely and a moment of silence followed, only interrupted by the gulls flying over Darkshore.
– ‘It is tradition that tools and weapons forged from elunite are named.’ said Mathiel and gave the druid a solemn and slightly wary look: ‘Have you decided what to call this one?’
Dulvarinn moved his gaze from the sickle and glared at the burnt husk in the horizon. The combined fires of Thal’darah Grove and Teldrassil burned in his eyes.
– ‘Ashblade’.