The peaceful afternoon sunlight bathed the proving yard, granting the weary defenders a rare respite between subterranean crises.
Ferra stood beside a newly constructed weapon rack, tapping her iron calipers against the cedar frame with crisp, commanding authority.
"Today we codify the property laws of the split vessel," the smith announced, looking across the assembled companions with quiet focus.
"Question no scholar ever asked until our summoner needed a weapon: what can a temporary body actually carry into battle?"
"In ancient chronicles, false mages attempted to duplicate enchanted swords through temporary projections," the Watcher noted from her bench.
"Every illusion shattered upon the first clash of steel, bringing sudden ruin to entire mercenary companies across the northern marches."
"It cannot carry divine artifacts," he replied from the bench, his five bronze rings rotating with gentle, ambient warmth.
