The Anatomists
“Pass me that scalpel will you Jeren.” A cold voice, all business, requested.
“Which one? There’s four in the tool kit.” Jeren returned, all nerves and jitters.
“Only one of them cuts through elemental flesh you dolt, didn’t you learn anything in your training?”
[i]“Well, yes Professor, right, I’ll get you that scalpel.” Jeren hurriedly grabbed the sharp implement from among its fellows in the tool kit, and almost cut himself in the process.