The sweat dripped of Adrastos as he slammed the hammer down for the last time, and quenched the blade. Once it was cooled he attached the custom grip he had carved, Used the stone grinder to sharpen the edges to razor points and slid it into a fitted sheath. He exited the house into the morning breeze, the day was beautiful as he made his way through town heading for the lake just outside, he carried the new blade just in case its owner should see him before he saw them.