Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 2]

Her brown eyes widened as she reached out to take the thin needles. They weren't anything special, at least compared to the weapons I was used to making, but there'd been some leftover material from the mace and I didn't have any idea what to do with it. Despite the lack of thought, they were almost certainly better than what she had before. After all, sewing needles weren't normally made out of good material, nor forged to such a careful point. "T-Thank you," she whispered, cradling them in her hand.

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 2]