the stone was of respectable quality—functional and serviceable for most applications.
"Surely they're not crafting these entirely by hand," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. There was only so much he could accomplish here before visiting the supplier's facility.
For now, his work at the Runewright Workshop was done.
As the shield test progressed, Gin found himself in a rare moment of respite.
Until the results came in, there was little he could do but wait. He leaned back in thought, murmuring internally, "Where is Jay? He should be here by now."
It wasn't that he demanded a grand coffee machine of legendary design. A simple capsule machine would have sufficed.
Still, the balance and precision required for his craft called for something more nuanced. Gin's coffee recipe was no ordinary brew—it began with the art of drip coffee imbued with mana.
