Chapter 45: Growth Rate
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"Good morning, Master Smith and Apprentice Dominic. Your meal is served. Oat porridge and toast with dried fruits," she offered, then set the plates on the table and rushed away.
"There is water and tea in the kitchen there, brew us a pot, would you? It’s an apprentice’s job to have the tea ready in the morning." Pops informed him with a serious look.
"Got it. No more ale for breakfast. I’ll have the tea ready every morning." Dominic agreed.
Pops laughed and poured himself a pint of ale from a keg in his storage item, then sat down at the table and uncovered his plate.
"No more breakfast ale for you. And only one for me because the tradesmen here are sticklers for the rules, and it wouldn’t do to show up to work smelling of drink." He joked.
He was also dressed in a uniform outfit, but much fancier than Dominic’s, with actual gold thread and bronze ornaments attached to it, compared to his completely plain outfit.
"First things first, though. You need to wear your Trade Skill Core in the open while you are in the Forge. The heat won’t hurt it, and the rules demand that everyone proves their skill on demand. Where do you have it now?" Pops asked.
"In the pocket of my apron." Dominic shrugged. Nothing he wore while working had sockets, it was all disposable other than the apron, which didn’t have any adornment.