Chapter 88: Smith’s Guild Charter
"Irwin, wake up!"
Irwin jolted forward, and his head thudded against something, causing a yelp. He let out a startled grunt and looked around blearily, trying to figure out what was going on. He was still in the central hall, and Greldo stood before him, rubbing his head and cursing.
"Derlin's balls, that hurt."
Irwin shook his head, rubbing his own forehead as he realized two tall bearded men were staring at him quietly. They both wore dark brown, almost black pants and boots with simple metallic inlay and a black smith's apron that left their incredibly muscular arms bare.
Smiths! Irwin thought as he looked at the tiny figure of Ambraz hovering beside them, his metal lips curled in a wide smile.
"I… fell asleep," Irwin muttered as he looked around to find Daubutim standing to the side, carrying Lamia.
They had been waiting here for hours, and he recalled that, at some point, he'd closed his eyes.
"Yes. A genius I see! Great… Now that he's awake, can we get moving or what?" one of the bearded men grunted, displeasure visible in his eyes.
Sensing a slight tension in the air, Irwin quickly pushed himself up and followed Greldo to stand in front of the two men. The one who had spoken snorted and shook his head.
"Think you deserve special treatment because you are bound to-"
"Gawarn, calm down," the other man said, interrupting the other.
"Ah, come on, big brother! Look at this guy, he is-"