Kael's eyebrows raised, genuinely surprised by the blacksmith's generosity. "Thank you," he said, not intending to be any modest and trying to force the guy to take the fees. He doesn't want to pay 100,000 gold coins for fake modesty.
With that, the two of them spent the next while exploring the smithy, admiring the weapons displayed on the walls. The quiet clinking of metal, the heat of the forge, and Orren's focused energy made for an oddly calming environment.
Kael wandered around the smithy, his mind preoccupied with his tasks ahead. Though the displays of weapons were impressive, none of them truly piqued his interest. Adam, on the other hand, was far more excited. His gaze shifted across the room until it landed on a sword that immediately captured his attention.
The blade was sleek, made of black titanium, and the hilt was intricately designed with a pattern of swirling winds. Embedded into the blade was a small wind elemental crystal, shimmering faintly with energy.
