Chapter 35: Smithies and Libraries
Irwin stared at Ambraz as the Anvil hovered in the center of the flame. It had been there for a long time now, hours at the least. How much longer, he thought as he took another bite of dried carrot. Staying here was boring, though the benefit was that the banging had stopped a while ago.
"They have left," Daubutim said from the door. "There might be a guard left."
Irwin let out a sigh of relief as he leaned his head against the wall. "Good," he whispered. "The constant slamming was making my head hurt."
"I don't think we can leave that way," Daubutim said.
"Probably not, so let's hope Ambraz knows what he is talking about," Irwin muttered.
"Of course, I know what I'm talking about," Ambraz said as he flew away from the flame and towards Irwin. The heat radiating from the Anvil showed the effect of the blue flame, and Irwin basked in the comfortable sensation. He wondered how hot it really was when Daubutim backed away.
"Not all of this city's smithies managed to survive the shattering, but there are three points we can travel to," Ambraz said as he hovered over the anvils and landed atop the one nearest to Irwin.
"Travel? Like the teleport the sorcerers used?" Irwin asked.
"Yes, but only from here to one of the smithies in the city," Ambraz said. "I know where they are now and most of the layout of the city!"
"Do you know where Doomblade is keeping his cards?" Irwin said as he perked up.
"What? No, how would I know that?"
Irwin shrugged.