Fendros relaxed his shoulders and softened his expression. "Look, the only interest we have here is public safety and scholarly interest," he explained. "Even if grandeur is part of his personality, he could return from a bounty one day a completely different person -- paranoid, maniacal...violent. That axe, when I first heard of it, compelled a father to murder his daughter in a fit of madness. It could be you or anyone else he knows that die by Cyrus' hands." Fendros broke eye contact and turned his palm. "We could try to find another of his friends to direct us to him, but that would only take up more time and increase the likelihood that more blood is spilt."

"The axe does not come from our world," Sabine said. "Something evil made it."

She used Fendros' longer comments to think of other things to come up with, apparently.