Born with a Silver Hand in my Spoon

No one ever seemed to notice there was always something odd about his tableware. 

With his wand stripped away, Sppon was no more dangerous than a tiger with a hangnail and getting to be as irritated. 

"Two of them!  One as big as a house waving his sword about and nicking the furniture."  "Most of it Empyrean.  he thought.  "It will take a thousand years to grow a forest with wood dense enough to take that shine.  Let alone a wood crafting culture and the empire to support it??  "Now, where did I put that gravy ladle?"