Chapter 64: A rabbit?
Irwin followed Basil into Trimdir's office. There was a look of reluctant acceptance on the muscled smith's face.
As soon as the door closed, Basil turned to Irwin.
"You are coming with me. I need you to join the group that will close one of the uncommon portals," he said. "Too many died, and I need everyone!"
He raised his hand as if expecting them to reject, then looked confused when Trimdir and Irwin remained quiet.
"What?" he snapped. "We have only nine combat-ready uncommon warriors ready to close portals right now!"
"We know," Irwin said, suddenly even happier that his cards had gotten the property to act as uncommon. Otherwise, he'd have had to explain how he had suddenly gained two rares.
"You- What? Right, good," Basil said before nodding in obvious relief.
He turned to Trimdir. "I'll try to keep him alive, though he will have to survive the portal himself. Can you use what you have ready to outfit him? I don't have the time to go back and take care of that."
Trimdir didn't say anything, and as he remained quiet, Irwin felt the tension slowly rise.
He can't be thinking about telling him about the reforging, he thought suddenly. It made sense. He was the only one who could reforge, and if he died in a portal…
"I'll be fine," he said, staring at Trimdir, who turned to him with a blank look. "With my full-hand," he raised his hand for both of them to see, "I should be fine."
There was a snap, and Irwin looked up to see Basil's mouth had snapped shut as he stared dumbly at Irwin's hand.