Sara can match it to her own records of Rodrik coming in to place an order. "Yep, Rodrik commissioned a new blade a week before his death...I did the preliminary work on the knife, but I handed it off to one of my apprentices, whom I assumed finished the blade."
"I guess it doesn’t matter so much anymore," she says, "but I wonder where it went—it must be around here somewhere." After a few minutes searching for the knife, Sara comes up empty-handed. "I’ll bet that clumsy oaf Urnsul put it somewhere before she up and quit the other day; it’s hard to get good help. I’ll let you know if I find the blade."