“Right, hold on,” Adam said, rubbing his head. “I should give some moo the Iyr too.”

  “We have already taken out what you owe,” Sonarot stated.

  “As your nephew, I should give more, should I?” Adam smiled.

  Sonarot sighed, pg a hand on his. “You don’t have to worry about that, Adam. I trust that you will treat the Iyr well, so don’t worry about the money. Use that moo fund your adventures, so that you return to me safely.”

  Adam felt the warmth of her hand. “Well, I guess I should save up for pte mail…” Adam paused to think. “How much is pte mail?”

  “Ohousand and five hundred gold, or so,” Sonarot said.

  “Really?” Adam smiled. “How much for dwarven made pte mail?”

  “Double or triple that price.”

  “Must I also returem upon my death?” Adam asked, recalling the rules about dwarven made items. He wasn’t sure if he was fusing that with something else, though.

  “Yes,” Sonarot firmed.

  “I should probably stick with normal pte mail then,” he said. He felt how heavy his pouch had bee, near bulging with the s. He kept his gems in his pack, but it was being quite full and heavy with all the gems. Theed the warhammer, tucked away in the er. “ht. I should probably ent this too. How much will it cost to use the shrine if I want to ent a on without selling it?”

  “As a nephew of the Iyr, you may tribute one hundred gold to use the shrine,” Sonarot said.

  “Done!” Adam smiled. “Hmm. I could probably ent stuff using my gems, but I do want to save them for future use. I should probably find higher value gems too. I need a pearl for Identify too.”

  “That is a simple matter to fix,” Sonarot said, brushing his hair.

  “Are there Iyrmen onsmiths?” Adam asked, only to blink hard. ‘What a stupid question.’

  “Yes,” Sonarot said, carefully. “There are many.”

  “ I pay an Iyrman smith to make a sword for me? I’d want Jurot to make a wooden grip for it too. I’ll ent it and use it as my main on.”

  Jurot wao speak up, but his mother stopped him with a look.

  “If that’s what you’d like,” Sonarot said, brushing his hair some more. “What of your current sword?”

  Adam felt awkward with her brushing his hair, but he didn’t want to stop her. “I was going to hand it to Lucy.”

  “Yuck,” Lucy said, grimag at him. “I don’t want a sword, I want an axe.”

  “I make you an axe instead,” Adam said, nodding his head, having not caught on to the issue.

  “Really? I mean a huge one, one as big as an Iyrman.”

  “ you even hold ohat big?”

  “It was an exaggeration, obviously,” she replied, raising her brow at him.

  “Right. I’ll smith you one.”

  “Are you any good?”

  “I be.”

  “Fine, si’s from a friend.” She stopped her smile from encroag on her lips.

  Adam chuckled. "I'll make you a great one, but that means that I'll o work only when I feel lucky."

  "When you feel lucky? Isn't that nebulous?” She stared up at him with a raised brow.

  "I tell you how I feel after I wake up,” Adam said, with the pair of Iyrmen nodding to firm. “I don’t feel very lucky today, but I want to make you a great greataxe.”

  "Hmm.” She stared up at him suspiciously. “Fiiine."

  "Yenerous, Adam. Are you perhaps naive?" Sonarot asked, teasing him.

  "Maybe I am,” Adam admitted, chug. “I trust my friends and my aunt dearly, though."

  "Then I will speak with Saerat, as she is well versed in making swords.”

  “Rat?”

  “Yes,” Sonarot said, smiling. "Jurot, go and ask Saerat if she would be willing to help at my request.”

  Adam wasn’t sure if he should go instead, but since Sonarot was asking, he decided against protesting.

  “Yes, mother,” Jurot said, quickly leaving.

  “Oh, and tell her that I’d be willing to ent a on for her if she makes me a sword and hands over some gems,” Adam called after, with Jurot grunting in response.

  “e,” Sonarot said, bringing him outside so they could eat breakfast.

  “Are you sure you should be moving about so much?” Adam said, worried. “It wasn’t long ago you were sick…”

  “I am resting well,” she said.

  “Is there anything you need? A b, some food, or something else? Since you’re resting, leave it to me.”

  “Since you are , there is something I do need,” Sonarot admitted.

  “What is it?”

  "Some ale," she said.

  "Excuse me?"

  "When I regnant, I wasn't able to drink…" Sonarot smiled ily. Adam blinked, having not expected Sonarot to ask for alcohol. “Right, I’ll go, uh, ask?”

  "If you go to the warehouses, you ask someohere and they will assist you.”

  "Alright." Adam hopped onto his feet. "I'll be ba a jiffy." He did as Sonarot asked, heading to the warehouse. ‘Alcohol, huh?’

  “What are you doing here?” an Iyrman asked him, noting the half elf he warehouses.

  “I’m looking for some alcohol for my aunt, Sonarot,” Adam said, hoping that mentioning her name would clear out any bother.

  The Iyrman squi him for a moment, recalling what he had heard retly about an elf and the Rot family. “Okay.” He led Adam into a warehouse and revealed a small cask, and then a small slip of paper and a quill. He wrote something down quickly before entending it out to him. “Please write your name.”

  “Okay?” Adam said, taking the quill and writing his name.

  “Adam?” the Iyrman said.

  “That’s right.”

  The Iyrman nodded, and with that, he led Adam out a him on his way.

  Adam returned back to the estate, w what that was all about. ‘Did I just sign my life away to the devil?’

  Wheuro the estate, he noted Sonarot was currently talking to a tiny half irl. On her forehead was a red crest moon fag upwards, with more, slightly more vibrant red crest moons fag outwards. He had seetoo once before, on an Iyrman known as Takrat.

  “Good afternoon. You must be Saerat.”

  The tiny irl looked up at him with dead eyes and remained silently.

  “Uh, so…” Adam go Sonarot, asking for help with his eyes.

  “You want a sword,” Saerat said, though her voice was as light as a whisper.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay,” she said, simply. “Which design?”

  Adam hadn’t expected it to be so simple. “Something which makes it obvious that it’s Iyrman in design, using Iyrman materials. It doesn’t have to be puthral or anything, but since I’m trading an entment on your on, I’m hoping that you’ll be nice.”

  “I will use the appropriate materials,” she replied.

  “Other than that, I’ll let you design the rest of it. If you want to use a design which denotes your family, you do that, or a simple Iyrman design is fioo. Jurot will be making the wooden grip of the handle, which will probably be covered by leather or cloth. As long as the grip resembles this, it should be fine.” Adam revealed his current bde, allowing Saerat to see exami with her dead eyes.

  “You will begin enting my on soon?” she asked, staring at Adam with much more life in her eyes.

  “Sure.”

  She revealed a pair of daggers. One was made of dark metal, the other of something more light, near white. Each were fed with an almost leaf shaped bde. The pommels each were stamped with the crest moon of her family, tinged slightly with red.

  “Did you make these daggers?” Adam asked, taking them from her.

  Spell: Guidance1D3 = 3 (3)Smithing (Intelligence)D20 + 4 + 3 = 18 (11)

  It was of fine make, though he didn’t reise the metals used. They were slightly heavier than he expected, not made for throwing, but pierg through someone from beside them.

  “Yes,” Saeret replied, simply. “Will you ent both of them together?”

  “You don’t want them ented separately?”

  “Too pricey,” Saerat said.

  Adam stared at the daggers for a long moment and then back to Saerat. “How about you pay me for enting one, and I impose on you iure if I ?”

  Saerat narrowed her eyes, and for a moment, go Sonarot, before she stared back at him. “Okay.”

  “Do you have any ideas about whitments you want?” Adam asked.

  Saerat stared at the daggers and then nodded. “Dark,” she said, pointing to the light dagger. “Light,” she said, pointing to the dark dagger.

  Adam bli her. “Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Is there anything else you want?”

  She shook her head.

  “Okay…” Adam bli her. “I’ll get started on it soon. Oh, probably tomorrow.” Adam had almost fotten he had used all his Mana to feed Lucy that m. “It might take a while sine days I feel unlucky.”

  Saerat nodded her head. There was an awkward silence as she stared up at him.

  “Is there anything else?” Adam asked.

  She shook her head. “You?”

  Adam looked at the white dagger, which seemed to be made out of some kind of straal. He thought about the kind of damage she wanted on her daggers. “Could you make my on out of this metal?”

  Saerat remained silent for a long while, staring up at him. “It will be pricey.”

  “How pricey?”

  “You will receive fewer gems.”

  “Sounds fio me.” Adam smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Alright. I think that should be it.”

  With that, Saerat left.

  “Looks like I’m going to be w hard the few days,” Adam said, staring at the daggers.

  “Take your time,” Sonarot said, pg a hand on his shoulder. “There is o rush.”

  Omen: 14, 18

  Adam awoke feeling lucky that m, so he quickly finished w out, which caused the other Iyrmen to frown. He had said that he was going to train with them, but they uood he had work to do.

  Mana: 8 -> 5

  Adam quickly fed Lucy, too, who went to digest the Mana by rexing uhe sun.

  “You sure are pretty chill sidering you almost wet yourself when you saw them massacre so many hundred soldiers,” Adam said, biting into the meat.

  Lucy raised a brow at him for a moment, her eye peeking open as she stared at him. “I’m not going to pick a fight with the Iyr,” she replied, simply.

  Adam tio eat, dwelling on what she said, before nodding his head. He sped his way to the shrio begin enting.

  Mana: 5 -> 4EntingD20 + 6 = 18 (12)Omen: 14, 18 -> 1418 + 6 = 24

  He plucked a Thread of Fate.

  The man, who had quickly acclimated to this new body of his, plunged his bde deeply into the side of the manticore, as the woman mao slip away uhe trunk of the tree, towards her darling son. He was sure that she wasn’t going to make it, but he felt something odd at that moment.

  ‘Did someone shift her fortune?’ he thought, gng aside, unknowingly staring at the Iyr, though it was far beyond the horizon’s horizon.

  “Azazel?” the woman called from withiree. “Is it safe?”

  “Yes,” the stranger said. “It is.”

  As she stepped out, she noting how he was dripping blood from head to toe, though he had never seemed to mind that. However, more surprising, was the smile on his face, the sed smile she had seen since she had met him a couple of months ago. “What happened?”

  “Nothing,” the man said. “Nothing at all.”

  Mana: 4 -> 3EntingD20 + 6 = 21 (15)

  Noting that he was still fine, and still had a pretty det Omen roll, Adam tio ent.

  It was dark by the time Adam crept back towards the estate, noting a few Iyrmen about, though he was escorted by someone who was assigo him that day. Wheurned, he saw Lucy staring at the stars above.

  “What are you doing?” Adam whispered.

  Luapped back to reality and stared at him. “Nothing,” she said.

  “Are you okay?”

  She had sensed something which had gazed at the Iyr earlier that day, and though the gaze had fallen quickly, it still unnerved her. “Yes,” she said, looking back at the stars, looking beyond them. “I’m fine.”

  Adam could see she was deep in thought, so left her be, heading towards the Rot family estate. As he stepped inside, Jurot and Sonarot opened an eye.

  “No, I will sy the Demon Lord,” Turot mumbled in his sleep.

  “You are back te today,” Sonarot whispered.

  “Yeah, sorry,” Adam replied quietly, carefully shutting the door behind him. “I was feeling really good about the on so I spent some extra time today.”

  “You gave Luagic too. You must be careful.” Sonarot pet his head. “There is food in the cupboard.”

  “Oh, I’m not that hungry.” Adam had worked hard today, which had filled him up.

  “There is food in the cupboard,” she repeated, smiling at him.

  Omen: 1, 10

  Adam wondered if he should ent. ‘Well, the average should still be pretty good…’ He trained with the others lightly again.

  Mana: 8 -> 5

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Adam asked, feeding Lucy with some of his mana.

  “I’m fine,” she said, rubbiomach as she napped uhe sun.

  Mana: 5 -> 4EntingD20 + 6 = 18 (12)

  [Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]

  ‘Sure, let’s spent 100.’

  XP: 1250 -> 1150

  DaggerYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D3 pierg + 1D3 radiant damage.

  [Would you like to he on?]

  “No.” He wasn’t sure he should si wasn’t his on.

  XP: 1150 -> 1450

  “How was it?” Sonarot asked as he returned.

  Adam revealed the dagger, handing it to her. “It’s a great dagger, that’s for sure.” He had expected it to be greater, sidering how well he had rolled, but realised he didn’t have any spells whiflicted radiant damage. ‘Did the Dcrease?’

  Omen: 2, 5

  “I feel really unlucky today,” Adam said in the m.

  “Since you won’t be enting, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been w too hard.”

  Adam could feel how light headed he had bee after spending so much time w. “I think you’re right. It’s just, when I ent, it feels like the day is passing by so quickly. Each day that happens, I’m close to seeing my new sword!”

  Sonarot brushed his hair, smiling at him. “There is o rush.”

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