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Rovan nodded, one eye squinting slightly more than the other, assessing Lilette's state of mind. Resolve draped over her movement now. This would prove more useful, indeed.
Self-consciousness came a moment after he had helped her up. It was strange to be holding hands with this grimly armoured knight; mitten meeting gauntlet.
He relinquished their grip and swept forward, robe and cloak trailing after him. Speed suffused his stride. He was intent to see this place to its end. Before they would lose any more party members.
A corridor sneakily revealed itself behind mirrored walls, barely visible. Either luck or perception had allowed him to see it, but regardless, he took this gift gladly.
"This way," Rovan said, indicating for her to follow with a curled finger. One foot planted before the other, walking half-sideways, so as to be ready to dart back, he cautiously entered the chamber beyond.
Burning, blue light greeted them. The tools of an artisan glinted in that light; hammers, tongs, pliers, scissors and many more besides, all covered in a layer of frost, hung on racks against the walls. The icy walls also supported several bookshelves, some made from stone, others from ancient wood. Exotic armours stood in a perculiar six-man formation, looking like near exact copies.
The majority of the light came from a grand forge to their left, still spewing flames. But the flames rendered no heat, their presence as much of a chill as the rest of the room.
"Wait, wait, hold on; I have read of this place." A hissing urgency had entered his voice, eyes darting quickly to take in every detail. "By my stars, yes. This has to be the Frostforge."
Lilette Blackbriar
Self-consciousness came a moment after he had helped her up. It was strange to be holding hands with this grimly armoured knight; mitten meeting gauntlet.
He relinquished their grip and swept forward, robe and cloak trailing after him. Speed suffused his stride. He was intent to see this place to its end. Before they would lose any more party members.
A corridor sneakily revealed itself behind mirrored walls, barely visible. Either luck or perception had allowed him to see it, but regardless, he took this gift gladly.
"This way," Rovan said, indicating for her to follow with a curled finger. One foot planted before the other, walking half-sideways, so as to be ready to dart back, he cautiously entered the chamber beyond.
Burning, blue light greeted them. The tools of an artisan glinted in that light; hammers, tongs, pliers, scissors and many more besides, all covered in a layer of frost, hung on racks against the walls. The icy walls also supported several bookshelves, some made from stone, others from ancient wood. Exotic armours stood in a perculiar six-man formation, looking like near exact copies.
The majority of the light came from a grand forge to their left, still spewing flames. But the flames rendered no heat, their presence as much of a chill as the rest of the room.
"Wait, wait, hold on; I have read of this place." A hissing urgency had entered his voice, eyes darting quickly to take in every detail. "By my stars, yes. This has to be the Frostforge."
Lilette Blackbriar
