Chapter Sixty Three
"Which one do you like?"
My eyes lingered over the table, a spread that looked more like a museum of history than a training rack.
Seax, Shamshir, Falcata, Katana, Saber, Cutlass, Scimitar, Dao, Wakizashi, Rapier... it was an obsessive collection.
My fingers traced the curve of a Falcata, feeling the forward-heavy balance meant for cleaving through bone, before finally settling on a simple Shortsword as I picked it up, admiring the work of art.
"Did you make these all out of wood? By yourself?"
"Every single one," Kaelen replied, a faint, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He walked up to the table and picked up a slender Rapier, the wooden "blade" so thin it looked like it might snap.
"It's not like I had anything else to do," he admitted, his eyes softening as he looked over his handiwork. "I spent my nights carving. I wanted to see if the designs mentioned in the Old Library's archives actually held the balance they claimed using wood."
