Blood Moons (Rina)

Rina repeatedly tapped the table with her index finger. This was getting on her nerves. The man no older than her, who sat opposite her, inspected the inscription on the dagger she had carved, turning it round and round in his hands. Rina scoffed. As if he knew anything about the scripts. Scripting was The Most technical art of Drogen.

“You have excellent calligraphy,” the man said.

Rina snorted. “A fish that can’t swim is worthless.”

“Point. Shall we test your handiwork? I hope they are as powerful as they are beautiful.”

The scripter woman nodded. Finally! She would earn her keep and be rid of the man soon.

The runes in the dagger glowed golden. The man flicked his wrist and the dagger cut through the air and struck the wall. There was little sound. Golden lines of runes flickered across the room. The dagger quivered for a second and dropped.

Her pride swelled like a balloon. She had done a better job than she had believed.

“To think the dagger activated the protection formation
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