My Home is a Person...

You taught me to be prepared. If anything, it's all because of you. She grinned as she turned another drunk in the almost brawl away from their table, lifting her mug and finishing the end of ale there. Sad it was gone, but it felt good to have a plan, to have him, to have a destination in mind. She would send off her quick letter, and then grab enough snacks for them both. A habit she had found she had learned from him as well. A walk over miles and miles wasn't any good if she didn't have a bit of dried meat to gnaw on the entire way.

She slipped her hand into his and got up, putting the mug down on the table and then unhooking the sheathed blade from her side to hand to him. She was dangerous enough without the sword to not need it, but she still felt naked without it. It had been with her... You're the only one I trust to touch it after all. Razor's Edge needs a practiced hand, otherwise the blade rolls. And it was the truth, there were exactly three people that she trusted with that sword. Bajie, his son Yoonjie, and herself. And she hadn't been on good terms with his son since.. he had come up to just below her shoulders. All fire and venom there. The razor sharp blade had to be honed just right, or the thin steel edge would roll. It was how she had been so deadly, for so long. The sword did all the work for her. The slightest flick of a wrist and a head was gone. It's what well made weapons did.


Made killing as easy as a gesture. And even without the steel, she had been made well by Bajie's hand, so armed or not, she was fine. Rotgut, jerky, dried fruits, grains for popping in the fire, and, should I wager some sugary fruit jerky make it's way into my purchases?

@Bajie