Liza didn't know that Sigilspear had a forge, but she probably should have realized that as soon as she met Mako. The air was thick with industrial fumes and oppressively warm from the heat of the machines. Once again, Wren and Wendy beat her to the meeting point. While Wendy suffered tremendously in her personal coffin of heat, Wren didn't seem affected by the heat at all. A short woman with a bushy, feminine beard braided with glass beads and colorful ties picked up a strip of red hot iron and plunged it into a bucket of oil.
"Hey, Hawkeye!" Wren said with a smile, "What took you so long?"
"Kept you waiting, huh?" Liza said, "What's on the agenda for today?"
The bearded woman set the iron down on her workbench and magically cleaned the oil and metal dust off her hands. "I have not met you, I don't think," she said with a heavy Dwarvish accent, "I am Hilde Bergmann. I run this forge. You are Liza Hawken."
"How do you know my name?"
"One of my students. She speaks... often."
"All good things, right?"
"I ignore most of it."
"Ah."
"This mask belongs to Iren Vozalt," said the ancient dwarvish woman, "I have repaired it for her. She is in Chamel's Landing right now." Bergmann handed the still steaming visor to Wren, who picked it up without hesitation or complaint.
"Doesn't it," Liza said, "-doesn't it hurt?"
"Not a bit," Wren said, "One of the perks of my... unique heritage."
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Author's Note:
Full disclosure, I'm not great at the whole "scene transition" thing. This whole part is basically a scene transition. So I'll be going back to edit this part later. Nothing important will change, I'm just making it better.
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Shadowcast
ФэнтезиIn the world of Serna, magic is well-known and well-studied. Those who wish to bend reality to their will come to Sigilspear University, the best mage's university on Serna. Shadowcast follows Liza Hawken, an average girl from a small border town, w...
