Chapter 280: Ancient knowledge
They really do get along fast, Irwin thought.
It had been three days since he'd returned home, and as per usual, he was in the smithy and not alone. He watched as Trimdir talked animatedly with Hou'dor, making wide gestures with his arms.
The two had hit it off as soon as they started talking two days ago, the older Ganvil seeming unbothered by Trimdir's lack of knowledge. Instead, they had started talking about regular smithing and purifying.
By now, it was obvious to all that Trimdir wasn't going to head back any time soon and had taken over Endil's guest bedroom. The two had been doing nothing but talking, and when Irwin arrived a bit ago, he'd found them at it again.
When Brownyn heard that Trimdir was going to stay, he had started warning the populace of an enormous bird that might arrive at some point.
Irwin was secretly hoping it would, as he was more than a little curious about it.
"Are you sure it's even possible?" he whispered.
"Kid, there's nobody who could know for sure, but there's a chance, and we should take it," Ambraz whispered back." I've been thinking about this ever since you redid Hind's card, and I just know it should be possible. If you can near-shatter handcards or a soulscape to redo it, it has to be possible to do so with a Ganvil's resonance."
"He might have to restart from zero," Irwin said. "And that's if he doesn't die in the process."
"I don't think they will lose all of it," Ambraz said. "But we will need to get a lot of cards ready because Hou'dor will need to absorb a lot of soulforce."
"Or we could do what we did on the ship?" Irwin asked.
"That would help, but it's likely not enough," Ambraz said thoughtfully. "Unless…"