From amidst the debris of the shattered mountain, Anya picked up a long curved piece of shimmering obsidian. It was one of the lava-worm's razor fangs, still perfectly intact. The fang was over a yard long, and was still warm in Anyaâ€™s hands. She ran a finger along part of the edge, and it readily drew blood from her fingertip. She winced from the sharp pain, and continued to examine her find. â€œHey Jalmar,â€ she called out, â€œI think Iâ€™ll hold onto this. It might make a good weapon.â€ Jalmar walked over, small wisps of smoke still emanating from him. He nodded at the fang, then started off toward the east. Anya saw him leaving and ran over to him. â€œWait, we need to go north-east. Thatâ€™ll take us to Nexus, where I can have someone turn this into a sword.â€
â€œYou shouldnâ€™t waste your time with a crutch,â€ was Jalmarâ€™s response. Despite that, he veered off somewhat northward in the general direction of the city of Nexus.
â€œWell we canâ€™t all shatter stone with a punch you know,â€ Anya actually chuckled a little. â€œMany of us have to use weapons. Besides, it will look nice as a sword and you need to lighten up. You just killed probably one of the biggest things out there in the world, and youâ€™re acting just as dour as ever. Take some pride in your accomplishment.â€ Anya shook her head in astonishment. â€œI swear, you could become Emperor of the Realm and still somehow make it seem like a failure.â€ Jalmar still said nothing. â€œWell, if you arenâ€™t going to celebrate, I will. When we get to Nexus, Iâ€™m going to drop off this fang with a sword smith and then get totally drunk. You should join me!â€ Anya was all smiles as she tried to cheer Jalmar up.
â€œI can barely walk,â€ Jalmar muttered. Anya looked over with come concern. â€œIâ€™ll be fine, but I let that thing get too many good hits in. I should have been more alert.â€ Anya had seen the circular cut the ran all the way around Jalmarâ€™s torso, but she had figured it wasnâ€™t serious.
â€œStop,â€ she ordered, but Jalmar kept walking. â€œIâ€™m going to bandage your wounds, you detached fool. I know you heal fast, but it will be better with some attention. Look,â€ she pointed at his side, â€œyouâ€™re still bleeding a little!â€ Jalmar kept on going. â€œAlright, you may not care, but I donâ€™t want to put up with wolves tracking your blood. Iâ€™ll wrap your wounds while you walk if I have to!â€ Anya jogged after Jalmar, until she caught up with him as he walked. She ripped the bottom of her shirt into a thin strip. After two complete passes around her body, she had enough material. The long strip of cloth was just long enough to get around Jalmarâ€™s torso. Anya held to her word, and began to walk a close circle around Jalmar while he continued onward. She wrapped the piece of her shirt all the way around his wound and then tied the bandage off. With the aid of the makeshift bandage, Jalmarâ€™s wound stopped bleeding within the minute. â€œThere,â€ Anya said proudly when she finished.
Together, the two traveled for weeks across the lands of the Marukan Alliance, until they reached the great river of the River Province. They then turned east, until they reached the coastal-valley city of Nexus. A light haze hung over the lower districts, while the air was clear higher up the valley. All the streets were packed with merchant stalls and residents going about their business. Without making an effort, Jalmar cleared a path through the crowd. No one wanted to stand in his way, which made moving through the streets much quicker. Part way to the higher class districts, Anya saw the forge of a well known sword smith. She noted the location and continued with Jalmar until they reached an inn. Anya paid for one room, and they went in together. It was a small establishment, but it was all Anya could afford. There was one bed and a small desk with one chair. â€œWell, Iâ€™ll take the bed,â€ Anya said, â€œI suppose youâ€™ll probably want to do push-ups on the floor all night anyway.â€ She laughed and settled down on the bed. Jalmar sat down on the floor, then laid down and went to sleep immediately.
â€œHeâ€™ll be fine,â€ Anya thought as Jalmar slept. She left the room and walked down to the sword smith. â€œCan you do anything with this?â€ she asked the man and held out the fang.
â€œThis must have come from an impressive beast!â€ the old man remarked. â€œI can certainly make a fine weapon from it. It may take me a few weeks though, is that alright?â€ Anya thought about whether she could keep Jalmar in Nexus that long.
She smiled at the old man, â€œThat wonâ€™t be a problem.â€