Thunk. Aly's unhooked her mace from her belt and laid it on the table. It's copper on the outside, cold iron underneath. No fae could touch it, even through fabric, without being harmed.
At least, none that she knows of.
"Touch it and show me your hand, and maybe I'll think about believing you."
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Thunk. Aly's unhooked her mace from her belt and laid it on the table. It's copper on the outside, cold iron underneath. No fae could touch it, even through fabric, without being harmed.
At least, none that she knows of.
"Touch it and show me your hand, and maybe I'll think about believing you."