The new quipsmith, Raklan, runs out the door, sensing something. In the shadows, he sees a form twisting away. Sticking his hand out as he runs, his homorspren turns into mist and condenses into a shining, silvery... chicken bone? OK, Raklan thought. They were going to talk about his weapons very soon. But no matter, a chicken bone was just as deadly. He ran after the form, Shardbone in hand, and ran down a Dark Alley...