Chapter 342: This… is normal…?
"Heat it until it glows like a tooth in firelight."
Kael’s work began in the north quarter of the forge, under Drenic’s eye. The young smith didn’t waste time—handed Kael a hammer, a dull iron chisel rod, and pointed to the trench.
Drenic instructed in a normal tone.
The man didn’t particularly seem too excited about the fact that he was training the Dragon Rider. Actually, it didn’t even look like he knew Kael was.
Those dark circles beneath his eyes were proof that the man rarely went out and talked to anyone. His day began with him coming to the forge and ended with him sleeping in his house. Half of his days, he was too tired to even return to his house and slept in the forge instead.
Even now, he just stared at Kael like he was a bother and—
"Keep in mind, not orange, not red. Tooth."
"Tooth?"
Kael blinked. He obviously had no idea what it meant.
"Velmourn weapons glow pale-white when they’re ready to shape."
Before Drenic could get annoyed, Alrisa, who was sitting neatly on a nearby bench, explained in a light tone. The moment she spoke, Drenic seemed to calm down as well, clearly showing her a respect he didn’t show to Kael.
"Like bone touched by fire. That’s the point of balance. Too red and the steel softens. Too white and it fractures."