"New" Daggers

Nodding with a goading grin, Skrod continued, "No one's used those old things for years, probably. They might be banged up and chipped for all I know." 

Rizz's crashed down from cloud nine. He yoinked out a dagger to find exactly what Skrod had guessed. 

The blade didn't look irreparable. But there were some rolls and chips on both sides of the dagger. Rizz quickly laid the exposed blade back onto the barrel before checking the next two identical daggers for more damage. 

Skrod stepped a bit closer. "Eh, not as bad as I expected. I guess you're lucky that we just use spears. 

"Hell, I think my Pa saved these in case we ever needed to replace any spearheads in a hurry." 

While Skrod's laugh reverberated through the storage room, Rizz was gnawing his thumb in worry. "Do you think sharpening them would fix these?" 

"Sure. You'll have to redo all the edges, but they'd still be a hundred times better than nothing. Here, take some of these."