"I have an axe," Trinket said. She pushed back her cloak to reveal a small hand axe stuck through a loop on her belt. It was small, barely more than a hatchet to a grown up, though quite heavy in Trinket's hands. She needed both hands to lift it comfortably. The axe was brand new, never used, with a sharp blade on one end, and a deadly spike on the other.
She hefted the axe to her shoulder, huffing a bit with the weight of it. She set her doll down. The doll stood there, watching the entire scene, its porcelain face blank. It still bore a dried bloodstain over its right eye, tainting the glass eye red. It stared up at Sah, weighing him, judging him.
Trinket looked around at the various people training in the yard. "Which one is going to try to kill me?" she asked. "I don't want to split open the wrong person's head."
She hefted the axe to her shoulder, huffing a bit with the weight of it. She set her doll down. The doll stood there, watching the entire scene, its porcelain face blank. It still bore a dried bloodstain over its right eye, tainting the glass eye red. It stared up at Sah, weighing him, judging him.
Trinket looked around at the various people training in the yard. "Which one is going to try to kill me?" she asked. "I don't want to split open the wrong person's head."
