The Baron kicked the door open and walked in. The two blacksmiths flinched at the sight of him.
George dropped the broken sword. His lips trembled to form words, thinking of what to tell this notorious Baron.
Finn pulled George behind his back then bowed at the Baron.
"How can I be of assistance, my lord?"
Jude strode past the two blacksmiths. He approached the sword stand and without hesitation, grabbed the steel bar.
"Oh? Quite heavier than I imagined. A formidable piece of steel. But it won't do much in front of a witch." Jude admired the steel bar.
It was different from the usual steel. It was darker, more robust and heavy. The body was filled with tiny grains and noises that would never allow it to be sharpened enough. Its muted color represented that of a mossy charcoal.
"Here you go." Jude returned the bar to Finn. "Where did you get this?"
"I…" Fin turned over to George. That alone told Jude everything he needed to know.
