The knife

As they both accelerated towards the ring, Tamir stopped Artam at the sound he heard. "You heard that too?" he whispered. "Ice storm," Artam said. Artam unsheathed his sword and took a position to swing it. Tamir wasn't looking in his direction. "They're approaching," Tamir shouted as the loud voices rippled against them. He frowned and sighed deeply. He threw back his hand to reveal his sword, and saw it. A shining half-moon blade, a curved pointed tip..shot right…

A single lantern cast a dim light in the half-closed room. Uras jumped from his seat with a rustle of straw, his back against a partition door, as David, Ewin, and the sage walked through the backyard doors of the white house. He pulled his sword from its sheath, but when he saw what was coming, he put it back. As if keeping his word, he hurried to where the five horses were tied, reined, and saddled behind the pool of light. two black stallions and two white mares were waiting there. Ewin hastily examined the girth straps and the leather ties that held the saddlebags, waterskins, and blanket rolls. Everything was just as requested, it was enough for this long road. David smiled shakily and tried to look like he was genuinely eager to go.

Ewin noticed the sword at Uras' waist for the first time and pointed at it. "You will be the Warden and protect the girl" then she gave David a quick glance. His words sounded more like orders than requests. Uras grinned forcefully. He raised his sword. "Definitely the right choice for the guard, but my sword has no power at all, it's just me." The sage wasn't even looking in his direction.

David fidgeted, trying to hide something under his cloak. For a moment Ewin saw a wide leather belt encircling her waist. "Whats in there?" He asked.

David did not answer. Ewin frowned. But the sage took it with a simple gesture of a half-moon blade. He had an ordinary wide half-moon blade. Everyone in the room was staring at him now.