Adam remained in the er, sighing to himself. Sitting opposite him was Lucy, sighing equally as exhaustedly.

  ‘I really should be more careful with the way things look.’

  ‘I ’t believe I had to miss it…’

  It was in that evening Adam decided to head to bed early. He y in his bed, staring at the ceiling above him. ‘It’s a good thing Jurot is so handsome. I wonder how their date is going.’

  “Where is Adam?” Jurot asked upon his return, noting the expet eyes of the other Iyrmen all around him.

  “He went to sleep,” Jaygak replied, a small smile appearing on her fabsp;

  “I will sleep too,” Jurot said, his ears turning red as he stepped towards the stairs. He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “What are you doing?”

  ‘What are they doing?’ a worker thought, their eyes glued to the Iyrmen, who had surrounded one of their panions.

  “Before you sleep, you should inform us how it went…” Nirot said, pg a hand on her cousin’s shoulder.

  “…” Jurot gnced around, noting the eyes of the other patrons who were keeping an eye on him. He realised he couldn’t make a mess here, not when Adam had taken such a hit in the heart for how much gold he had lost. “It went well.”

  “You must tell us the details…”

  Jurot exhaled.

  Omen: 4, 9

  “Hey, is it alright if I take the meteorite?” Adam asked during breakfast, causing Lucy to gre at him.

  “Okay,” Jurot replied, and the others heir heads.

  “…”

  “…”

  ‘Aren’t you going to ask?’ Lucy thought, staring at Adam.

  “Great,” Adam replied, before finishing his meal.

  They all watched as Adam left without asking.

  “…”

  “Thanks for ing with me, Dunes,” Adam said, letting out anh.

  “It’s no problem,” the priest replied, patting Adam’s back. “Why are you sighing so much.”

  “Dunes…” Adam gnced up towards the sky. “Do you think Larot knows how to crawl now?”

  “I am sure.”

  “He must look so cute in his little outfit…”

  Dunes could feel the lightness in Adam’s tone, unsure if Adam was really worried about his children at the moment. ‘He must miss them, but he’s sighing too much for that.’

  Adam made his way to the Adventure’s Guild, but instead of heading to the guild itself, he made his way to the nearby smithy. It was made of stone, as one would expect, but it was far smoother than any other building he had seen iown so far.

  The rhythmic pounding of the hammer filled the air, warm and soothing.

  Adam knocked ohick red oak door. “Master Thundersmith.”

  The rhythmic pounding tinued for a few more moments before it fell silent. The heavy patter of foot falls approached the thick red oak door, before it opened up to reveal a short, stout fellow. He was wider than the average man, but far shorter. His beard fell down to his gut, braided at the sides. He had tan skin, and bck hair, which was curled down towards his back, beiame by a metal ring at the back of his skull. He wore dark overalls, and carried in his hand his hammer. It was silver, with bits of greeal woven through it.

  His grey eyes gred at Adam for a moment.

  “Good m.”

  “Mornin’.”

  “I’ve e to ask if you could fe a sword, ohat I wouldn’t have to return to you upon my death.”

  “Yer askio break me dwarven rights?”

  “I heard that dwarves are able to such rights for the right amount of .”

  Thundersmith narrowed his eyes. “Aye.”

  “How much?”

  “If yer askin’, yah ’t afford it.”

  “I’m just a no good leaf ear, I don’t know how much a dwarven right is worth, especially from yourself, Master Thundersmith.”

  “What’s yer offer.”

  “I bought a warhammer from you a few years ago. I will return it to you with a Greater Enhanced entment. If you require an entment for a on, you may send a request to our enter. As long as it’s not a Legendary entment, our business will do its best to aodate your requests.”

  “Yer offerin’ me entin’ services?”

  “Yes.”

  “…” Thundersmith held out his hand, his eyes focused on Wraith.

  Adam pulled the axe out, handing it to Thundersmith.

  The dwarf held onto the axe, feeling the magic through it. ‘Well made. Was fed and ented in the Iyr, by Iyrmen?’ “Yer enter, they ented this?”

  “That they did.”

  Persuasion Check (Charisma)(Advantage)D20 + 6 = 8 (2)D20 + 6 = 9 (3)

  “Ah dunnae who yah are, d. Ah will nae do it. Ah’ve only met yah a few times now.”

  “Of course, master dwarf,” Adam replied, bowing his head. ‘I ’t push it.’ Adam reached for his axe, but as he tried to pull it, he felt the grip of the dwarf keeping the axe still.

  “…”

  “…”

  “Thank yah for yer help.”

  “My help?”

  “With me niece.”

  “…” Adam furrowed his brows. “ht. Of course, any time, master dwarf. How is miss Thunderhammer anyhow?”

  “She’s well,” the dwarf replied, letting go of the handle. He just o the half elf slowly. It pained him to thank a leaf ear, especially when the half elf seemed to not recall it.

  “Well, if she’s ever kidnapped agai me know.”

  “Ah hope it does nae e to tha’.’

  “Me too.” Adam bowed his head towards the dwarf once more, a small smile on his face.

  The dwarf gowards the priest, gng at his amulet, before bowing his head respectfully. “Wait here.”

  “Okay.” Adam watched as the dwarf returned back to his smithy, returning a moment ter with a heavy sword, one which was slightly shorter ih, but also slightly thicker thaypical bde.

  ‘Damn, that’s a nice sword.’

  “Take it,” Thundersmith said. “It’s yer reward for helpin’ one of my kin.”

  “Oh, uh, thank you,” Adam replied, blinking rapidly for a moment. ‘Sweet.’ Adam plucked the bde from the dwarf gingerly, feeling how heavy it was pared to the other bdes he had wielded. “Do I have to return it upon my death?”

  “What kinda dwarf do yah take me for? It ain’t a bde ahm sellin’, but a gift.”

  “Thank you kindly, master dwarf,” Adam said, bowing his head towards the dwarf once more, doing his respeain respectful. “’t believe I mao get what I needed even after being refused…”

  “’t have yah tellin’ others that we Thundersmiths dunnae pay our debts.”

  “I would never,” Adam replied. ‘I’m not so stupid that I’d pick a fight with a dwarf.’

  “Now that yer done here, yah leave. May the Salt Mother watch over yah.”

  “You as well, Master Thundersmith.”

  The dwarf returned back to his fe, leaving Adam to admire the heavy dwarve was made, seemingly, of brohough Adam could see there was a faint green tint to it.

  “Dwarf Bronze,” Dunes said, whistling lightly.

  “Dwarf Bronze?”

  “A metal that only the dwarves fe, or so they say. It’s not like the bronze of old. It’s definitely of true dwarven make too. Even without enting, it is sidered to be greater than Basic ons. Not on par with Greater ons, though, si isn’t magical.”

  “So it holds simir properties to Greater ons, except it’s nonmagical?”

  Dunes nodded. “You ’t say dwarves don’t pay back their debts. This on would sell for thousands in Aswadasad.”

  Adam gnced down at it, feeling the smooth ha was a wood unlike any other he had seen before, almost golden in colour. The pommel was a thick bloetal, as rigid and the bde itself, and also seemed to be made of Dwarf Brohough it was slightly heavier than the bdes he was used to, Adam couldn’t help but admire the on.

  “It’s definitely better than anything I’d ever made.”

  “It should be, it’s a gift from a dwarf,” Dunes said, chug. “Did you fet you helped his niece?”

  “I didn’t fet, I just didn’t think about it,” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulders.

  Dunes chuckled. “Did you want a dwarven made on?”

  “Yeah.”

  “An axe?”

  “No, I was looking for a sword,” Adam said, swiping the air with the bde. “Swords are romantic, don’t you think?”

  “Is it a gift for the Ray?” Dueased.

  “Now that we’re done here, I don’t really have many pns today,” Adam said, shrugging his shoulders. “Should we head back to the inn?”

  “Shall we buy gifts for your children?”

  “How wise you are, Manager Dunes.”

  The pair explored Red Oak for a while, going from stall to stall, talking about nothing in specific. It was ie afternoohey finally returned back to the inn.

  “Pregnant?” Adam asked, raising his brows in surprise. “Really?”

  “Yes,” Jaygak replied. “Sir Landon wishes to remain in Red Oak, and will wait for the Hope and the Rays.”

  “Well, gratutions to them!” Adam smiled. “I hope the Lady is well. We should probably get them something as a gift.”

  “We?”

  “The business.”

  Jaygak blinked. ‘Is he trying to form a retionship with the ’s not a bad idea, since Sir Landon is much weaker than the Duchess, but holds great power as a minor noble. Does he want to push Sir Landon into being a Baron?’

  ‘I hope the Lady remaihy during the travels,’ Adam thought, hoping the pregnancy would go well. ‘Hey, you better not mess with other people’s kids.’ Adam’s thoughts shot out to the world, daring to threaten the Divine, especially one in particur.

  When I saw the word pregnant I almost did a spit take.