Chapter 167, 1/2

Chapter 167, 1/2

The young princess of Songli had made a lot of great food for breakfast. Fluffy omelettes, cinnamon rolls, coffee in abundance, mounds of potatoes and onions, and thick-sliced piles of bacon were all on the menu. Nirzir had been rather delightfully happy to make it all, too; for the last hour, she had been humming to herself in the kitchen, singing minor starter songs that might soon become Songs of the Harmonic Void, as she tentatively named her new magic.

Everyone seemed to be having a decent morning, or evening, since some people were headed to bed after this.

But Erick threw a wrench into the mood, asking everyone, “Any problems happening around here? Anything strange going on in your lives or in what’s been happening around us that I should be aware of?”

Nirzir paused as she shoveled a minor hill of pan-fried potatoes and onions onto a plate for Teressa. “Uh.” Nirzir’s good humor soured, as she worriedly asked, “Why?”

Jane pointed a fork at her father, saying, “You want to get a war started around here? Because that’s how you get wars started.”

“Doesn’t take much to tip the Path one side or the other,” Teressa agreed. “But for what it’s worth, I haven’t seen or heard of anything, either when I’m with you, or when I’m out with the girls.”

Poi, who was having dinner to everyone else’s breakfast, sipped his bubbly berry tea, and said, “I have heard of nothing untoward, either. I feel your fears might be unfounded, but this is the Worldly Path, and events do seem to spiral with remarkable regularity.”

Jane eyed the drink in Poi’s hand, saying, “Do you like that blend, Poi?”

“I do.” Poi said, “I mostly like the carbonation, though. Anything with sugar and flavor would do similarly well.”

Erick brought the conversation back, asking, “No one has seen anything? Nirzir? Nothing?”

Nirzir shrugged. “Enduring Forge is one of the safest places I have ever been.” She dished out some more breakfast, saying, “You hear stories that some places are safer than others, and I expected to encounter some sort of problem down here, but there’s been nothing. The light even seems brighter around here, if you can believe that. The people in town remind me of when the people of Eralis started to hear that you had ended Terror Peaks; there were minor and major celebrations everywhere.”

Erick had seen those few celebrations, and he had tried to focus on the good, but the horrors of war and the aftermath of all that destruction had dominated his mind back then... Only two months ago. Had it really been that long? It seemed like yesterday.

His trip to the grasslands had turned out well, in the end. Was this that, again?

Erick guessed, “Could I have killed the problems coming at Enduring Forge by Resetting their lands?”

Teressa smiled wide, happy to say, “Look at that! You solved the problem before it was a problem!”

“The tournament you talked about is still over 13 days away.” Jane asked, “So unless you want to stay for that, then we’re gone? My sword is coming in today and that’s the only thing I’m waiting on.”

“My armor is a necessity as well,” Poi said. “Luckily, the Armorsmith has [Perfect Fit], so we won’t have to wait around for refitting, not that they could do much with adamantium resizing, anyway. We could be gone tomorrow.”

“Would have come in yesterday, but I heard Darabella was delayed.” Jane looked at her father, and teased, “Is it going to get delayed again?”

Erick felt a brief flicker of embarrassment. He had delayed the master Adamantium Rune Smith for a full day, hadn’t he? Erick decided to discard that useless emotion, and said, “I think my meeting with Darabella was extremely productive, so I’m probably going to have another visit with her today, if she’s available. Expect delays.”

“Hmm.” Jane looked to her father, and concern passed across her face. “I guess so.”

Teressa had a similar look to her. She glanced to Erick, seeming to confirm what she was seeing, then she looked to Poi. Poi said nothing, as he sipped his berry soda. Nirzir almost missed the chair as she tried to sit in her seat. She managed, but it was an almost-thing.

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So! Might as well pull off the bandaid.

Erick said, “Darabella is nice, but nothing is going on there—”

Poi frowned at the obvious lie. Everyone else seemed to take personal offense at the lie, too.

“Okay. Fine. She’s nice. I like her.” Erick said, “I’ll leave it at that.”

Jane frowned a little, but she pulled back her judgment, and asked, “Is Enduring Forge going to get a Yggdrasil, too?”

Erick had too many ways to go with that denial, so he named off the first few. “Firstly, me liking someone does not mean that their town gets a Yggdrasil sapling. Also, Yggdrasil hasn’t made any mention of needing to be in any more places than he already is. And I would never make world-altering decisions based on my likes or dislikes of someone I see in some other part of the world. Nothing has even happened yet.”

Jane dropped the conversation like it was poison, her entire demeanor shifting away from confrontation, toward vindication and relief, as she said, “Good.”

Erick didn’t feel like pursuing that topic, either, so he dropped it, too. Instead, he asked, “So what’s everyone else’s plans for the day?”

Nirzir looked to Jane, then ignored whatever had happened, and said to Erick, “I’m going to try making some spellwork soon. Maybe tonight. Could I ask for your assistance, then? It’ll be on the surface sometime after sundown.”

“Sure!” Erick happily asked, “What sort of assistance?”

“Just general backup.” Nirzir spoke as though quoting someone, “One should not attempt arcane designs on one’s own.”

“Of course,” Erick said.

Teressa said, “I’m doing whatever you’re doing, since Poi’s off to bed.”

“And I hope to be there for at least 8 hours, or until the deliveries show.”

The conversation moved on.

Erick casually interrogated everyone over their recent lives, looking for trouble that anyone might have spotted, but apparently no one thought the lack of problems was a problem. Erick hoped they were right. He hoped that Enduring Forge would be a quick and painless stop, with nothing much happening at all besides meeting nice people and learning about new-to-him magics.

- - - -

Erick arrived at the Rune Smithing tower with little fanfare except for the rapid evacuation of almost everyone else in the building, except Darabella and the guy at the front desk. After seeing that rapid exit, Erick promised himself that he wouldn’t stay too long today, but he was still going to get his lesson in, and perhaps maybe ask Darabella out on a date. Maybe she’d like to go to the banquet? That was coming up in a few days.

He met with Darabella on the third floor and rapidly got through pleasantries, the entire first few minutes passing like he was a teenager seeing a pretty girl for the first time, this time, though, he didn’t flub his words. But then, somewhere between a blink and a smile, Darabella got concerned and quiet.

Erick’s paranoia shot through the roof. Had he read the signs wrong? Had he misinterpreted what he was seeing? Maybe he wa—

“They’re talking of moving the tournament to this week, instead of next week; 5 days from now instead of 15.” Darabella said, “It’s because they want you to be here for that and they asked me to ask you to stay, if you were willing.” She rapidly added, “But you do not have to stay if you don’t want to; it’s completely up to you.”

... Ah.

Apparently Darabella had been charged with a task, to ask him to stay for a specific event, and she was worried that he would take it badly. But why would he take it badly? If a surprise tournament was the ‘big thing’ to happen in this part of the Worldly Path, then that was fine! More than fine, really. Erick was thrilled.

Erick said, “Nothing wrong in a tournament; yeah. I can stay.” He smiled, feeling lighter with every passing moment. Maybe Darabella would like to go to the tournament with him? Or... Maybe the banquet is better. Erick put off asking that question, though, as he said, “Jane wanted to go to the tournament, anyway. So what’s it all about? The tournament? Will there be a problem with people who planned to come already?”

“Oh?” Darabella stood stunned. Then she registered his words, saying, “Oh! You will? Great!” Then she heard his question. She added, “Uh. There shouldn’t be any planning issues. We have standing invitations to select groups of people all across Nelboor and the Near Underworld —anyone who can pay the entrance fee, anyway— so it’s not like this is some massive tournament that we can’t change dates on. But I don’t really pay attention to all that. I rune the weapons, and occasionally they turn into artifacts; that is the extent of my involvement in all that.”

Erick’s mind skipped a track.

“... ‘Occasionally they turn into artifacts’?” He laughed. “What?”

“Oh yeah.” Darabella waved her wooden knife, saying, “I’ve made four of them this past year, while five others have produced six, and that means we have 10 to give away as prizes.”

Erick remained perplexed, and it looked like Darabella was headed off on a tangent, so Erick pulled her back, “What do you consider an artifact?”

Darabella blinked a bit. Then she said, “The standard definition? Magical items that don’t decay due to use? Or overuse, either? Same as I heard about your rings.” She added, “The ones we make aren’t that great, though. Not as nice as another 25 points to All Stats. But they’re still good.”

“Ah? What kind of artifact, though? I thought you could only make magic last longer inside an item— Oh. That’s it, isn’t it. The magic never fades if you make the runes perfectly.”

Darabella smiled. “Yup! That’s it! Flying swords that never stop flying. Various other trinkets, sometimes— Well. It’s more like times-ten duration. Not forever. Making an artifact out of runes is a rare event that happens sometimes, but when you rune 20 pieces a day for a full year? It happens more often than you’d think.”

“What sort of weapons will be available?”

“Let’s see... I think there’s four flying swords. Those are extremely popular weapons so they get made all the time. Three of them are adamantium, but one of them is bloodsteel. That one was a special order, but since we ended up with an artifact, we had to make a second bloodsteel sword for the customer since he wasn’t willing to pay the artifact price. Second one was not an artifact; the customer was still happy.” Darabella said, “And then we have four flying shields; rather common defensive items there, too. Then we got a mage staff and a flying pair of ingots.” She said, “Those ingots were more of a joke item, but don’t underestimate the power of blunt adamantium [Strike]ing with the force of a 100 Strength warrior behind them. I think one bar is 10 kilos and the other is only three, so someone would have to make use of that discrepancy, too, which is a whole other problem.”

Erick had questions. First, he asked, “Ingots? As in ‘an ingot of steel’ that you melt down and turn into a weapon?”

“Exactly, yes.” Darabella said, “Once adamantium cools to a solid it’s near-impossible to change back into a usable form, so we plan our pours to the gram, but stuff goes wrong sometimes. Twice, in the case of these ingots. One of our crafters decided to try and make something out of the remnants. They apparently threw a whole bunch of odd runes onto the ingots —[Flying Heavy Striker], [Flying Speed Striker], [Flying Heavy Shield], [Flying Speed Shield]; those are the main ones— along with some connecting runes. More of an experiment than a real diagram. And it worked!” She smirked. “It worked really well.” She lost her smile. “They’re terribly hard to use, but some warrior will be able to use them, for sure. Someone always is. The tournament is first place through tenth, with winners taking their prizes from the lot in the order they’re won. If someone doesn’t want the weapons that are left, then they get their entry fee back... I think that’s how we’re still doing it?”

“That sounds rather interesting— The runic weapons, I mean. I want to know more about the connecting runes, but you mentioned a staff, and I see the blank staffs over there, but I haven’t actually seen a real runic staff before.” Erick asked, “What sort of spells go into a staff? How does that work?”

Darabella scrunched her lips, saying, “Making weapons for mages is always a difficult thing because they’re always unique items. The artifact staff for the tournament is no exception; I made it, so I would know. It’s based on [Flying Scorchball]. Do you know that spell?”

Erick rattled off, “[Conjure Force Elemental], base, then [Force Bomb] with Mana Altering for Fire for the Burn effect, along with the addition of any of the more permanent Force spells, so that the Bomb doesn’t explode; more that it just flies around at your command. It’s almost a mobile Rift-type spell, but aspected for damage, instead of buffing. The perfect resulting spellwork is tier 2 or 3.”

Darabella nodded, then said, “Making mage weapons is complicated, because you have to take all of that and put it in a weapon that acts as an anchor for the spell, and not as a destination of the spell, which is what happens with normal runic inscriptions. If you make a mage weapon wrong, by, say, sticking a simple [Fireball] in a staff, then you’ve handed over a self-exploding weapon to a person. More of a trap than a usable tool. You have to do like what I showed you with the [Floating Platform] to hold the [Light Ward] in the air away from the steel plate.

“But I’ve done this many times before, so I made the weapon to the man’s specifications, and it ended up an artifact. The first [Flying Scorchball] cast with the staff will remain under the control of the user for an indefinite amount of time. You can still have up to 5 Scorchballs flying around alongside the main one, but every Scorchball past the first only lasts 10 minutes.

“The customer didn’t like the artifact price, so he learned the hard way that runes should be implanted into weapons by a master.” Darabella said. “He blew himself up and we ended up with a weapon that not many can use.”

“Oh.” Erick frowned. “Poor guy.”

Darabella nodded. “About 36,000 gold poor, yes—”

Erick stifled a sudden laugh.

“—so now his weapon goes to the tournament, instead.” Darabella said, “The guy was a competent caster, too! He could have paid the artifact price money rather easily by hunting down some grand cores. It’s not like these weapons go bad.”

Erick nodded. “So how do you make a good mage weapon, then?”

“Hmm... You want to make one?”

“Yes.”

Darabella nodded, then said, “Let’s start with the theory and implementation of joining runes together, first, and then we’ll go from there to making a mage weapon.”

Erick smiled. “Sounds great.”

“Then let me set up some stuff...”

Darabella told Erick what she was doing as she went to the various wooden crates sitting to the side of the room. With a flick of her wooden knife, she popped open the crate labeled for ‘Jane Flatt’. With a quick dig into the woodchips inside, she retrieved the weapon. Jane’s black sword was a weighty thing of 6.5 kilos of solid adamantium, hilt and all, with a blade a meter in length, and a 30 centimeter hilt. It was single-edged and straight, with a straight-back tip and no crossguard at all. It was meant to be able to fly and pierce into then cleave out of an enemy, and it seemed rather capable of doing that, looking much like a weaponized length of rebar, and not much like a proper sword at all. Still, it was what Jane had wanted; a bit bigger than a normal sword for her size frame, and heavily focused on cutting power. Packed away in the box was a little removable crossguard, too, which could slide onto the blade and click into place, but for now, the removable hilt remained off of the weapon.

The weapon itself already had nascent grooves, pre-carved, that would accept the main [Flying Weapon] runes that Darabella was to imbue. Darabella would be putting a bunch more smaller, refining runes into the entire piece, where she felt like it, but those smaller control runes had not been pre-carved.

Working on adamantium after it was allowed to cool was a large problem, though, and carving runes was no exception. Darabella had a solution to that, though. She brought the sword over to the white stone table and locked it into place in the center, then she went to the manasphere controls at the side of the room. Those controls connected to the surrounding wall, and the adamantium spheres that rested upon that wall.

“You might feel a tingling in the air; that’s normal!” Darabella said, as she touched off some complicated shifting of the controls, sending bright copper glows into the workings.

Two stories down and floating on the wall around the whole tower, meter-wide adamantium spheres began to softly glow with a burnished-copper light, like the sea at sunset; the color of Darabella’s mana. Those orbs rotated slightly, aligning ‘properly’, whatever that meant; whatever was happening out there was too far out of Erick’s expertise to understand. All he truly knew was that, yes, the air did start to tingle, and his mana sense dropped to maybe half of its original distance. Darabella was letting her Domain out to play.

Darabella said, “Step back, please. Beyond the black line in the floor.”

Erick did so, stepping a good two meters away to leave Darabella as the only one in the room near the stone table, near the sword. This was fine, as Erick’s Perception, remaining mana sense, and his good eyesight was more than enough to see the smallest details that she might carve into Jane’s sword.

“When I pick up my actual enchanting blade, please do not talk to me, or disturb my creation. We can talk after I put my tools back into their box.”

Erick nodded, saying nothing. He watched.

Darabella looked to him, and seeing compliance, she nodded, too. Then she closed her eyes.

The manasphere tingled. The world seemed to highlight with color and sensation as Darabella opened her hands and relaxed, dropping her wooden knife as she metaphysically let her hair down. Her Domain blossomed outward, highlighting the world near her in fractured rainbows. And then she opened her eyes, and glared upon her task. Her and the sword; those were the only two things in the entire world at the moment. She smiled a cutting smile as her eyes focused her dissecting sight upon the length of Jane’s future weapon.

And then she breathed out, and she changed.

Gone was all frivolity, and uncertainty. Here now was a woman who could cut the world in half and felt no sympathy for its survivors. Erick almost took another half step back. Teressa went on edge, but hers was a weak thing compared to Darabella’s; a butter knife compared to metaphysical molecular wire.

Darabella saw the sword. She touched the bladed tip with a finger. The black adamantium shifted to white, and grey, and every monochrome color in between black and radiance. She pulled her finger back, and smiled a predatory grin as the sword calmed down to dull illusions.

With a deft flick, she opened a small compartment on the side of the white stone table, exposing a black adamantium knife that seemed ancient with power. And then the knife was in her hands; she had not moved to pick it up, and it had not flown to her grip. The knife was simply where it was supposed to be; in her grip.

Together, the Rune Smith and her knife became one complete entity of cutting horizons. Darabella’s edges became cut-glass rainbows, while her hand became a monochromatic dance of light and shadows, narrowed to a single, glorious point.

Darabella and Jane’s sword were still the only two things of notice in the entire room, but while one was perfect in her delineation, the other was a poor facsimile of a Truth. So Darabella worked on fixing that discrepancy of what was, turning it into what should be.

She carved runes of power into one side of the black blade, like the world’s most perfect calligrapher, her arms forever steady, her hands never not where they were supposed to be, her knife always carving away exactly what it was meant to carve. She revealed the jewel underneath a drab exterior.

[Flying Striker] appeared out of the deep grooves of the weapon. The sword creator’s original wording was completely obliterated by Darabella’s, as she shaped her perfect version of the world with her impeccable runes.

Then she added more designs, smaller than the original one, and quickly emplaced here and there as only a master Rune Smith knew how to do, flipping the sword over with the controls on the table as she needed. ‘Pierce’ went into the three sides of the weapon, near the tip. A hundred ‘Cut’s, in tiny, almost imperceptible Ancient Script, went down the length of fuller, near the edge, first on one side, and then on the other. A bevy of ‘Control’ and ‘Solid’ and ‘Swift’ and a bunch of other Ancient Script runes of which Darabella knew how to use, but which she had not explained to Erick, circled the hilt, transforming the solid surface into a grippable surface with spiraling, tiny words.

And then even more runes went into the weapon. A particularly strong-looking series of six runes circled around the base of the hilt; ‘Fire’, ‘Air’, ‘Light’, ‘Water’, ‘Stone’, ‘Shadow’. Followed by ‘Prismatic’ placed directly in a location of power directly on the end of the hilt itself.

A few more stray runes went into the working here and there, and then Darabella switched from carving runes to producing artistic swirls and flows, surreptitiously joining runes to each other in a flowing manner which Erick only sort of understood because he knew Jane’s desired outcome. Everything else he saw was easily understandable from there, for Jane wanted a sword that would work with every single Elemental Body she had, and she had all of them. The sword would let her borrow the adamantium’s indelible strength whenever she was air, or light, or prismatic, or anything else.

Darabella pulled back from the sword, her eyes scouring the weapon for faults and finding none.

Then she went back in, and with one final touch, ran her monochrome horizon across the edge at a shallow angle, imparting a small token of her own severe edge to the sword. And then she had the stone table flip the weapon over and she sharpened the other side.

Darabella pulled back and eyed her work, and was satisfied. She was done. She slipped her adamantium rune dagger back into the slot in the side of the stone table, and closed that drawer. The world seemed to linger on the edge of severity for one long moment, and then it was over. Darabella’s horizons vanished.

She sighed, as though she was picking her burdens back up, and perhaps she was, for she tiredly went over to the control mechanisms of the adamantium orbs, and flipped a few gears. The air calmed.

The moment of magic had passed.

Darabella smiled softly, breathing deep, and said, “You can talk now, and approach the table.” She walked back to the table with the sword, her exhaustion rapidly fading as she asked, “What do you think?”

“That. Was. Amazing!” Erick stepped to the weapon, saying, “That’s a heck of a lot more complicated than I would have thought!”

“Oh yeah.” Darabella said, “I like to do more than is necessary, than to find out after the fact I have not done enough, since Shifting Runes will allow for gradual optimization of all runic structures, and your daughter’s request was a lot more complicated than normal.” She gestured to the sword. “So let’s go over this. Here you have...”

They spoke for a good twenty minutes on the intricacies of the runic structure, going over the flow of the main runes, as well as the influencing runes which would bring about specific effects. Those influencing runes, the ‘cut’s and the ‘control’s, were new to Erick.

“I’m surprised that you got the edge so straight when you sharpened it, too.” Erick said, “That’s a master’s skill in itself.”

Darabella blushed as she smiled, her cheeks dimpling. “When you’ve sharpened as many swords as I have, then this much is expected.”

“I can see that, I suppose.” Erick asked, “How do you test it to see if it’s an artifact or not?” He smirked. “Am I going to have to pay the artifact price?”

Darabella blushed even more, laughing a little. “Even if it is an artifact, that’s fine. Don’t worry about that. But I don’t think it is; I didn’t feel the usual pull when I make an artifact. But if it should happen to turn into an artifact through use? Then that’s your good fortune— or your daughter’s I suppose. That happens sometimes.”

“Ah.” Erick said, “Okay.”

Darabella nodded, and went right along, saying, “But about the testing... Your daughter will have to use the weapon for a while, cycling through all of her Elemental Bodies as she does. She’ll have about a week of experimentation and tempering before my Greater Shifting Runes fades, so she’ll have to work the weapon as hard as she can during that time.”

“She’ll be thrilled, I am sure.”

Darabella asked, “Ready for your guard’s armor? This one should be easier.”

“Yes, please.” Erick said, “It’s amazing watching you work.”

Darabella gave a few small giggles as she picked the weapon off of the table and brought it back to the box, where she stuffed it back into the woodchips and closed the lid. Then she moved that box aside and grabbed the box with Poi’s armor set.

Poi’s runework required the adamantium orbs outside to be in a different configuration than they had been for the sword, bringing a tempered solidity to the air instead of an amplification of horizons, which was only a part of the difference of enacting this particular runework. The most major difference of this job, though, was the inclusion of joining runes between every single separate piece of armor, to allow Poi’s [Weightless Armor of Silent Reflections] spell to bridge the air gaps between armor pieces, ensuring that his spellwork imbued the entire shiny black thing, from the helmet, to the gauntlets, to the greaves, and everything between. Once it was fully imbued, it should turn fully silver, too; Poi would not be walking around in black armor in Spur, no way.

Other than that, the armor’s carving was a rather simple runic map that mostly took place on the interior of the breastplate.

When that was over, Darabella shifted the adamantium orbs to a neutral position, explaining how they were only necessary when carving adamantium, to make the impossibly hard metal more pliant to her touch.

They moved on to mage staff creation, as Darabella plucked an unadorned steel staff out of a box in another room. It was a simple four-sided thing that was thicker on one end and tapered to a flat bottom on the other; it was to be the staff of [Glowball]s.

After twenty minutes of Darabella carving into the steel staff with her wooden dagger, explaining everything she was putting into the working, the staff was done. Erick didn’t have the spell [Glowball] himself, but after Darabella explained what the spell was, exactly, Erick had little difficulty flowing mana through [Ward], but for lightwards, and [Force Bomb], to make the necessary spell. He showed off his own skills with making spells, and Darabella seemed to find that interesting too, in her own way.

The spell [Glowball] was rather unimpressive, but Erick supposed that it would be useful for conjuring a light into hostile hordes.

Glowball, instant, long range, 75 mana

Conjure a quick ball of mana that unfolds into a large light upon striking a surface. The light lasts for 24 hours.

After that, Erick could have stuck around for more lessons, but he saw the work piling up downstairs. It was time to go.

“Thank you, so much, Darabella.” Erick said, “This has been very enlightening.”

“I’ve had fun, too!” Darabella smiled brightly, almost going to ask him something, but she stopped and turned away. She softly said, “Thanks for coming by.”

Erick latched on to the opportunity, saying, “They’re holding a banquet or something in a few days at the noble district if I have that right. Would you like to go with me?”

Darabella brightened, but a shadow crossed her eyes. After a moment, Darabella said, “Yes. I would love to.”

Erick mentally took his paranoia out back and shot it in the head, and then he put on a happy face and said, “Then I will pick you up at the appropriate time... Wherever your home may be? Or from here?”

With a tight smile, Darabella asked, “Uh? Sure? I. Uh. Live down on Steel Street, across from the Church of Forgotten Light— Ah. Ha ha? You don’t really need directions though. You could find me wherever I went?”

Darabella’s expression was only superficially a smile.

Things had gotten very weird, very fast.

Erick brushed off his own concerns and tried to mitigate whatever might be going on with Darabella, saying, “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I merely thought that—”

“I want to go with you to the banquet.” Darabella discarded her own inhibitions and spoke with calm authority, “Pick me up an hour before the event. I don’t know when the banquet is, but I’ll be sure to have at least ten different people remind me when it’s happening so that I can be ready. I haven’t been to a banquet in a long time though, Erick, so please forgive me for my oddities.”

Erick smiled softly, saying, “Then I will pick you up an hour before the event, Darabella.”

Darabella nodded, saying, “I look forward to the night, Erick— Oh! Wait. Uh.” She lost her edge again, going a bit scatterbrained as she said, “You’re leaving now then, yeah?”

Erick paused, feeling like he had been tossed from one side of the room to the other.

And then Darabella handed Erick the staff, saying, “Here. Take this. And the other stuff, too, of co— Oh!” She rushed to her desk, paused to look around, then she grabbed two small books from the shelves behind the desk. She handed those off to Erick. “Some books on runes. Bring them back when you’re done and don’t forget your completed items! Tell me how they work out!”

“... Of course. Thanks again, Darabella.”

“See you later, Archma— Erick.”

...

Erick nodded.

Between Erick and Teressa and Ophiel they had more than enough hands to make light work of carrying the loot back to the rooms. Which is what they did.

Along the way out of the Smithy, Teressa smirked as she teased, ‘Good luck with that one, Boss.’

‘Ah... Thanks.’