Reid walked into the old man's forge lab, only to find it empty.
"That's strange," he muttered "didn't Ember say he was in here?"
That's when he heard a clanking noise behind one of the work desks.
Walking towards it, he spotted the old man there, completely passed out with multiple pieces of papers with what looked like scribbles on them.
A few meters away from the passed out old man was the sword which produced the clanking sound due to it falling.
Reid knelt down beside the old man, careful not to step on the scattered papers.
"Hey, old man," he said, giving him a light shake on the shoulder. "Wake up. You're gonna catch a cold sleeping like this."
The old man groaned, eyes fluttering open slightly. "Mmh… damn sword… still won't stabilize…"
Reid's brow furrowed. "What sword?"
That's when he looked again at the weapon lying on the floor.
