Chapter 192: Forging Friends
Reaching into his backpack, Balthazar carefully retrieved the broken golem core. With steady steps, the crab walked toward the smithing area of the forge, ready to lay the cracked orb onto the burning coals.
“Argh!” exclaimed the merchant, feeling the blazing heat radiating from the forge seep into the cracks on his shell, the searing pain nearly making him drop the core.
Stepping back, Balthazar placed the orb down with trembling pincers. The heat was too strong, and his injured state only made it harder to bear.
“Boss want Druma to help?” the goblin shouted from the back.
“No, stay back there, Druma,” the crab quickly replied, worrying his skin-having assistant would get himself severely burned in his eagerness to be helpful.
Blue would certainly be more comfortable around high temperatures, but her wings and talons weren’t exactly made for finesse.
“Seriously? Out of all the ridiculous junk I have here, I can’t find a single health potion?!” Balthazar grumbled as he dug through the contents of his backpack.
He needed some way to make it closer to the fire, in order to place the core into the forge so that it could fuse back together. Unfortunately, other than way too many bottles of supposed “Potions of Hydration” and some other unhelpful concoctions, the merchant couldn’t seem to find anything that would work.
“If only I had some potions of fire resistance…”