“That I do, lass. Thanks,” said Xaul, taking the mug. After a hefty swallow, he handed the mug back to the young woman. “That’s good, thank you. Name’s Xaul Knofker, and I was wondering if you could help me fix a weapon. This,” he grinned, unsheathing Drshil, “is Drshil, my left-hand blade. Lately, ...