Kael's axe was warm from having used it so long, the heat building over time the longer he'd been swinging it.
The smoldering passive was doing its thing. The edge had a faint red glow that came and went depending on how much he moved it. It was reliable, it was good and it did its job well. And he needed it for what is to come. After all, he had a feeling that something was very wrong here.
The weapon felt good in hand, but Kael could feel the durability bleeding away in the back of his mind like an itch he refused to scratch.
He had Brokk's hammer if it came to it, but he didn't want to keep repairing in front of Peter. Repairs raised questions. Questions raised greed.
His mini-map was the only thing he trusted completely, and even that he didn't trust like a friend. He trusted it like a leash. It showed him where to look, not what to expect.
"Stay close," Kael said.
Peter gave a small nod, not because he was obedient, but because the silence had crawled under his skin too.
