THE HUMBLE SHARPERED

n't a knight, nor a scholar, nor a merchant of fine wares. Instead, Corwin was known as the humble sharpered. His trade was sim

cart wasn't much to look at, but the sound of the stone grinding against metal was enough to make the villagers pau

secret passed down by an old hermit deep in the forest. What mattered, though, was that Corwin's blades were unparalleled.

s an enigma-quiet, humble, with no family to speak of. He lived alone in a small cot

Eldergrove. A merchant from the city, dressed in fine clothes, carrying a beautif

ke any blade sharp again. This sword," he said, holding it aloft, "has been with m

s and gems along the hilt. But there was something off about it. It wasn't just dull because of age; it had never

s sword sharpened?"

a family heirloom. A w

or Varek to leave the sword with him. "I will sharpen