Chapter 91: The Wakizashi
The morning air of Caelestoria carried a crisp chill, threaded with the distant hum of steam engines and the rhythmic clanking of metal upon metal. Thin wisps of smoke curled from towering chimneys, dispersing into the sky as sunlight peeked through the layered cityscape.
After yesterday’s unforgettable event, Velren had gone straight back to the inn, exhaustion weighing heavily on his body. The moment he reached his room, he collapsed onto the bed, barely remembering to remove his coat before sleep overtook him. Now, as morning stretched over the city, he found himself back on the road, seated beside Nico in their carriage.
They had one last stop before returning to Elyndra.
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The carriage rolled to a halt before a familiar workshop—Dain’s. Unlike their previous visit, where they had merely spoken outside the entrance, this time Velren stepped inside, pushing through the heavy iron door. The interior was just as one would expect from a renowned blacksmith’s workshop—dimly lit, with the golden glow of forge fires casting flickering shadows against the walls.
The air was thick with the scent of molten metal, oil, and coal, mingling with the rhythmic symphony of hammers striking steel. Rows of weapon racks lined the walls, displaying blades, gauntlets, and firearms in various stages of completion. Workbenches cluttered with tools and blueprints filled the space, each station occupied by a blacksmith engrossed in their craft.
"Whoa... this definitely beats Harven’s...’
Among the many artisans working within, Velren’s gaze eventually settled on a familiar figure. Dain stood near the back, sleeves rolled up, thick arms crossed as he examined a heated blade on the anvil. At the sight of Velren, he smirked and gave a wave.
"Kid, over here!"
Velren wasted no time, weaving through the workshop until he stood before the man. His eyes flickered toward the forge behind Dain, curious.
"Is it done?" he asked.