The Smithy
"Maybe Brother Gilbert would know if you showed him the ingot?" Amelia spoke her thought aloud. As soon as she did, she awkwardly stiffened again, and stuttered her next statement.
"O-or one of the knights, maybe." She added, with much less confidence in her tone than she had before.
“I doubt he’d know anything useful about exotic metals,” Rulgak began her reply, before holding her thought for a moment. For all his wisdom and knowledge, Gilbert was no smith. It was extremely unlikely that he would be able to identify the ingot Ugluk had given her beyond ‘some sort of strange metal.’ But he would know of writings that might, the library held many works from many scholars, some of whom dedicated their field of knowledge to metals. Though those scholars that did were still not smiths, and wrote in dry and analytic language.
“But he will know which writers do.” Irrelevant facts were often included, and rarely did they speak of the methods through which it was worked. Better clues were often held in different books, by scholars writing about culture rather than materials. The knowledge was there, even if scattered about in incomplete pieces held in the writings on multiple subjects by multiple writers. It was always such a chore. Rulgak was taking it upon herself to write a more straightforward tome, one that the hopes smiths might find more convenient.
“There’s no way he could identify it. Still, better to bring the ingot.” Rulgak concluded, giving Amelia's remark agreement with a nod. Tucking the ingot away into a pouch on her smithing apron.
“Accompany if you’d like. This may be a good source of knowledge for you.” She’d been diligent and she’d shown promise thus far. The swords needed to be sharpened, but another could certainly be assigned. The one Rulgak had sent for coal would need another task on his return, after all.
She headed to the armoury's entrance next, along with Amelia if she followed. There, in the shop she spotted Dejan, his gaze wandering over the weaponry that adorned his walls. Notably missing however, was the apprentice she had tasked to keep watch. As irritated as Rulgak was at the dereliction of duty, she quelled her frustration for the sake of Dejan who deserved none of her ire.
“Seeking something?” Rulgak asked, welcoming yet stoic in her tone.
Dejan Damir Amelia Rowe
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