Last Night in the Settlement

That left Rizz with 35 skill points and far too much energy to contain in the studio-style hut. 

He grabbed all his daggers and whetstones, racing out of the hut to go find Straka in the elkkin chief's house. "Hey! How do I redo these edges?" 

Straka was already sitting at the table, waving the goblin in. "I almost gave up waiting for you."

Rizz scurried to the seat beside the recovering elkkin warrior, ignoring Straka's left side chair with the wooden crutch leaning against it. In front of Straka was a spear with his name whittled into the shaft. 

Straka tilted the spearhead away from him and grabbed an abydite from the table. "It's pretty simple. For small rolls, sharpening it might be enough. But for little chips like you see here, it's best to grind down and reshape the entire edge." 

Rizz followed along with a dagger in hand. "Like this?"