Ark White adjusted himself, entwining his fingers on the table as he slowly exhaled, the sound of his breath a gentle whisper in the quiet room.
The air was thick with the musty scent of old parchment and the faint tang of ink, a reminder of the countless hours spent pouring over ancient texts and drawing intricate machine designs.
"It's quite demanding, My Lord," he began, his voice steady and calm, but with a hint of tension beneath the surface.
"First, they would require giant oak trees which we don't have around our domain and lots of warp ore."
He glanced at Asher, his gaze meeting the younger man's with a sense of quiet intensity. "I know you gave us the warp ore to forge daggers. We've done that, but the warp ore has great capabilities, like its lightness, durability, and currently, it is the only metal able to absorb the high amount of force."
His voice took on a note of enthusiasm, his passion for the subject evident.
