Clyde had not expected his work to begin this quickly. He had thought he would need several more days to recover before he could start moving again, but the opportunity had presented itself sooner than expected.
He had already met Maethion, revealed his identity, and explained what he intended to do. Clyde had little doubt that Maethion would help him after seeing his strength before and hearing his determination.
However, the elf would have to do it quietly. If the Council discovered Clyde's return too soon, they would undoubtedly interfere with Maethion, and eventually bother him.
That was something Clyde did not need right now.
With that in mind, his next destination was Hammer's forge.
The familiar sound of hammering reached him before he even entered the building. The constant clanging of metal against metal mixed with the heat and smoke drifting through the entrance.
Clyde slowed slightly as another wave of familiarity washed over him. He smiled. Nothing had changed.
