"You were lucky," said the Carrock Knight as he looked up and down the dead-end canyon. "Most rukh-shami are not so easy to defeat."
Sparrow felt awkward standing there, her armor and hammer covered with orange rukh-shami blood, trying not to shake so hard that the stranger would notice. The last few minutes had passed by so fast, starting near Cormy’s camp at the digsite and ending at the bottom of a canyon, and she was still a little amazed she was alive.
"You did well, though," the man added, nudging at one of the bodies at Sparrow's feet. "You wield your hammer in the Old Freeport style. Very effective against rukh-shami, that."
"My father taught me," Sparrow managed, and the knight raised an eyebrow at her.