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She buckled the sheath-belt on her skirt and came over to stand behind Jay, who was sifting through a large pile of swords. “See anything you like?”
Jay shook his head. “Not yet…I’m too short for the draw on most of these.” Suddenly he stopped. “Hang on.” He pulled a shortish katana out from the bottom of the pile and drew it. “Jaysus, willya look at this,” he said. Phoebe took the blade in hand in wonderment as Cale rounded the corner hefting a large machine.
“That’s beautiful,” Phoebe breathed. “This thing must be fifteenth century folded steel. I can’t believe it wasn’t a trade item.”
Cale looked over her shoulder.
“Ah, that one. Nice, isn’t it? It belonged to a female carrier who died. Funt never puts personal weapons up for sale, he just recycles them into the supply room. You can make it yours as long as you work here,” he offered. Reverently, Jay tied it to his belt while Cale dumped the machine on Phoebe.
“Here, you can be in charge of the med kit.”
“Oof! Why me?”
“You’re the one who needs it. Snake bites and intestinal parasites are no threat to us!” He flexed a bicep.