A Dark Gift

"Leave the souls to the witch." Jorrik replied. "These swords must become one that is all I know. Their magic must be intertwined and you are the only Smith we have. Can you do it or not?"

Tiella stepped inside and Balar placed a hand on her arm. "What is going on?" She breathed.

"Damned if I know." Balar replied, "how are the others?"

Tiella glanced back, "Majvok started skinning the wolves for the firs." Balar gave a grim nod and returned his attention to the warrior.

"Well?" Jorrik asked Dyvia "what is it to be?"