Chapter 232: The Roaming Shipyard
Greldo lay on one of the benches against the galley, watching Zender pace through the room.
"Don't worry, he'll get you a card," he said with a wide grin.
Zender nodded and sat on a chair, but only a moment later, he was back up and pacing again.
Greldo sighed and closed his eyes. He smiled as he listened to the soft hammering and singing.
He's improved again, he thought, listening to Irwin's deep bass humming and singing some seemingly nonsensical song about metal shining in the moonlight. Had he used words before? He couldn't tell, but definitely not this many.
When Irwin finally ended, Greldo listened to his muted conversation with Ambraz. When Ambraz complained about Irwin's quick progress, he couldn't resist a grin.
Trimdir was complaining about that too, he thought as he got up.
Zender turned to him, eyes wide.
"Is he done?"
"Calm down, he is coming," Greldo said as he stretched his arms. The slight muscle ache from his constant sword practice was almost gone, meaning he could start again soon.
Zender was almost jumping up and down, staring at the entrance to the kitchen.
Can't really blame him for being this excited, Greldo thought. He recalled how happy he had been with his first card, a simple gripping strength common. Nothing but a tiny bit of its strength remained in his heartcard, but he sometimes still thought about it.