“Ah-ah,” Nanny Frie said, lifting up the hammer in her foreclaws and inspecting it. She ran a talon across the intricate, knotted designs in the head of the weapon. “Tsk, you should really take better care of your weapons. And not draw it in front of friends.” She laughed softly. The human turned around cautiously. He took a step back. “Oh come, I mean you no harm,” Nanny Frie reassured.