Chapter 90: Try singing
"You did what?" Greldo snapped as he gazed at Irwin.
Irwin just stared back, then turned to Ambraz, who had been flying around the room, muttering and mumbling about Kyder.
"You are sure that I've got a chance?"
"What? Yes! Of course you do! You've already reforged a few quartz cards, and the last one you did was flawless. That means you are already an amethyst rank smith," Ambraz said.
"Didn't you tell me I wasn't even a quartz rank smith before?" Irwin asked, thinking back to when he had been stuck in that horrible desert world and slotted his hammer card.
"Remember when you reforged that card when you showed Trimdir?" Ambraz said as he hovered before Irwin. "If you do that again, you will easily pass the amethyst test. After that… well you will just have to work hard!"
Irwin nodded, staring at Ambraz.
"How come there are so many smiths without… Ganvils?" he asked, thinking about what Tensor called the anvils.
"First, you told me I needed you to reforge cards. Then you said I needed you for anything above quartz. So how come I haven't seen Ganvils everywhere? Balarn even said there were only two in this charter!"
From the corner of his eye, Irwin saw Greldo and Daubutim pay close attention.
Ambraz snorted. "Yes, yes. Technically it's possible, alright? But do you have any idea how long it would take you to increase your skill without me? You could probably become a ruby rank smith without me, but even I don't know how long that would take!"
And now I don't know if he's lying again, Irwin thought as he looked at the anvil. A worrisome feeling began growing, the beginnings of a thought nagging at him, but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was.