No one spoke.
"Good. Let's begin." He gestured to a table behind him, where a dozen whole chickens sat on ice. "Today, we start with breaking down the bird. Each of you, come get a chicken. We'll work together first, then you'll practice alone."
Marron approached the table with the other students. The chickens were fresh, good quality, their skin pale and smooth.
She selected one and brought it back to her station, already thinking about her enchanted knife. Breaking down a chicken with perfect cuts, responding to her intent—this was going to be interesting.
"Before we begin," Henrik said, walking between the stations, "I want to see what you're working with. Show me your knives."
Students pulled out their primary knives—some professional quality, others clearly struggling.
When Henrik reached Marron's station, she unwrapped her set of chef's knives from the Wolfkin Kingdom. They were forged from the finest Whisperwind steel, and a small wolf's head was carved into each handle.
