Sharp

ovely

fic

Locke nodded towards the ornate implement, and suggested, “I’ll take that one?”

Edgar paused as he buckled his armour, saw what Locke was looking at, and said, “You will not – that’s a priceless Figaro heirloom. Anyway, it’s not a combat knife, it’s a letter opener – I’ve no idea how it ended up in the armoury.”