Grenta quickly sped off, leaving Yunil with no choice but to follow orders. With a gesture she led him to the warm feeling living room. It was small and cozy, a single couch faced a fireplace. A small end table stood between the couch and wall.
Yunil leaned against the wall near the entrance to the living room, "My apologies, Master is a bit overbearing at times."
"She just seems excited."
"Well I was too, being able to see one of the Twelve is a massive thing to celebrate as a Blacksmith. It's essentially like seeing the God you worship personally visit you. Usually it's a good omen."
"Usually?"
"There has been times that some Blacksmiths grow too confident in their abilities and overwork themselves. Sometimes causing personal injuries, even death."
Akiol's mind flashed to the one Blacksmith who created Stars' scabbard. It was alarming to hear such news now.
Grenta entered the living room with a large book, "I have it here, take a look through it."
