Robert looked from the four new items laid across his workbench to Martin.
Then he looked at Rias.
"Did he choose these himself?"
"I prevented several worse decisions," she said.
Martin folded his arms. "Can we focus on the good decisions?"
"Aye." Robert picked up Rainwarden Sword and tested its balance on two fingers. "These have good bones. They were made for a Warden too, not some fool collecting weapons because he likes the shine."
Scunko hopped onto the far end of the bench and sniffed the Riftbell Warhammer. The flame skunk's nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar metal. He tapped the hammerhead once, heard the deep note it produced, and tapped it again.
Outside, Angel's enormous face filled half the open doorway, her sapphire eyes fixed on Galehook Trident.
Martin noticed. "The Baby Trident is still mine."
Angel kept staring.
