Chapter 72: Hammer time
Irwin carefully grabbed the floating book, which dropped into his hands. It was surprisingly heavy, and as he opened it, he saw lines of symbols and tiny images behind them. None of it made any sense.
"What-"
"Quick, begin flipping through and stop when I tell you to," Ambraz cried.
Feeling the other's panicky haste, Irwin held his tongue and began flipping through the pages. A few times he noticed symbols that seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall where he'd seen them.
"Stop! There, that one!" Ambraz said, and Irwin stopped as the Anvil moved closer to the book, its tip almost touching one of the lines with a rune that looked nothing like a hammer to Irwin.
"Firesteel hammer of purification! It's not the very best, but if we keep reforging it, it will eventually end up near perfect," Ambraz said, his voice laden with enthusiasm. "Quick, put your finger on the rune!"
"But," Irwin began looking at the hundreds of pages that remained.
"No! Brat, this book may disappear at any moment. Don't let your greed get the better of you! This hammer is perfect for you now! I agree that a card combination slot would have been better, but this is plenty!"
"I'm not greedy," Irwin hissed before looking at the line of text.
I hope he's right, he thought as he hovered his finger above the rune.
"This one?"
"Yes!"