NaNo Check-In, Day 16
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“Have you been wandering around all morning?” Maksim asked, concern apparent in every lift of his voice. “It’s quite cold. A man your age--”
“I have been keeping myself alive since long before you were born,” Konstantijn informed him with a smile, “and if you go on the way you Kivans do, I will be doing it long after you die, so you may save your worries.”
Maksim huffed out a laugh. “Fair enough. I was worried when I didn’t see you around the fires this morning.”
“Mm,” he hummed. “I found myself at the smith’s tent. I had not realized you had a kryznan among you.”
The lord grimaced, shaking his head. “She insisted, in fact. My uncle tried to dissuade her, but she made him watch how many nails she could make in a single hour, and he was forced to admit she was better than any smith already in his employ.”
Konstantijn stared. “You are having a kryznan make nails and horseshoes.”
“Don’t worry old man, it’s perfectly safe,” Maksim assured him. “This isn’t the south.”
“That was not what I meant.” Though he was curious as to what Maksim was alluding to. “Kyznans have forged the swords of heros, and you want her to make you...forks?”
Maksim blinked. “Now there is a sentiment I have not heard in some time. You want the kryznan to forge blades, grandfather?”
Ah, he had not meant to make a statement so controversial, not here, not with his lordship. “I only mean that her skills are not being put to their full use.”
“Some would think that a good thing,” Maksim informed him, strangely tight. “I’m sure Banassi would think it a wise precaution.”
Konstantijn frowned. “Banassi thinks a whole manner of unwise things are prudent.”