He pauses in his work. “Huh…good point.” He hadn’t really thought about it.

“I’m not used to towns without even a whetstone at hand.” He flips the weapon over and covers the blades end with his leather-wrapped palm. “This will have to do unless there’s something in here to light on fire.”

They’d need kindling and flint, but it wasn’t like they had fire magic available. At least, he didn’t.

“Don’t suppose you have fire magic.”