"This is what you were describing," Theron said, holding a set up and examining them. "The way porters carry things in the city."
"Yes," Bruce said. "We are, for now, glorified porters who happen to also do the killing."
"I was once a tax clerk and died when apocalypse descended to my world. This is already a better job."
Bruce couldn't help but frown a little upon hearing that from Theron
Kael bought a skinning kit next, a folded set of small blades in a soul-wood case, each blade a different shape for different cuts. The set replaced his single knife with a proper butcher's spread. It came with a small instruction slip that Theron read aloud while Kael examined each blade.
"The mid-curve blade for bark-plate removal," Theron read. "The straight blade for prime cuts. The hook-tip for core extraction. The narrow blade for..."
"I know what the narrow one's for," Kael said.
"The slip says..."
"I know, Theron."
"You don't want me to read it?"
