Chapter 283: Long ears
Irwin dropped into the reinforced chair, watching the tall ranger almost run out of the smithy. The last thing he saw of her was her wide smile and gleaming silvery eyes.
"That's the last one for now," he said.
"A shame," Nim'dor rumbled. "I could get used to this!"
His massive size made the smithy seem positively tiny.
"Shut it, you overgrown rusty nail," Ambraz snapped. "You have just gained more purified soulforce than any Ganvil without a smith ever did. How about you tell us how close you are to rank six?"
Nim'dor laughed uproariously, reminding Irwin a lot about Hou'dor, which wasn't a surprise. They were both from the same batch, two out of thousands that managed to reach rank five.
"Another thousand or so, and I'll get it," he said.
Ambraz groaned, and Irwin couldn't blame him. They had been doing nothing but giving people their last handcard before creating heartcards for four days straight. Luckily, they were done for now, with the most important people having gotten the power-up they needed.
How many shadowwalkers do we have now, Irwin thought, trying to ignore Ambraz and Nim'dor's bickering. After a while, he drifted off slightly, only to wake when something drew his attention.
"I'll wait till they get a bit further along," Nim'dor said. "Then I'll see if one of those that are unbound wants to make the gamble."
"I thought you said you didn't want another smith," Ambraz said.
"I didn't, but do you think I want Hou to get the best of me? With some help, I might become rank six-"