No. Two points of victory.
Lae’zel lifted the blade. Turned it. The fire traced the cord’s red line like a pulse.
“Open it.”
Lae’zel didn’t move. “What is this?”
“I know.” Karlach reached behind her pack and pulled out a bundle wrapped in stained cloth. She tossed it onto the dirt between them. It landed with a heavy, iron clink.
“You… scavenged this,” Lae’zel said slowly.
“Pulled it out of a drider’s hoard while you were busy decapitating said drider.” Karlach shrugged, but her tail curled with embarrassment. “Fixed the edge. Re-wrapped the grip. The cord is just—well. I figured if you’re going to be killing mind flayers beside me, you might as well have something that doesn’t look like it was fished out of a latrine.”