Steeling myself, I grabbed another ingot and started to shape the hilt. When I got to the pommel, I made sure to give enough space for Fawke’s heart. Never would he be forgotten, not by me. Especially not with this sword's existence. In truth, I had no idea what his heart would do. It might produce Phoenix flames, it could have restorative properties, or even the ability to touch souls. That last part was a bit haunting, considering the taboo we Fey have on souls. Phoenix hearts were so rare that no one actually knew what they did.