Clyde led Asqa to the forge district where furnace chimneys rose like blackened towers and sparks drifted through the air like fire‑flies.
A dozen separate workshops were emitting clanging noises in unison. Every one of them stamped with the crest of Hammer as a sign that they were belong to him.
Since word spread that he had forged Clyde's set of gear, demand for his craft had exploded from the fighters all over the Fortress.
But no one had known about the secret of the amulet that let Clyde slip between realms from the dwarf. The High Council had pressed him and interrogating him about it. But Hammer only shrugged and claimed that he don't know anything.
And no one dared to push harder becaue nobody wished to invite Clyde's displeasure if they hurt his friend.
As the pair approached, the apprentices paused at their anvils. Awe and amazement flickered over their faces when they noticed Asqa, but the moment they registered who walked beside her, they bent straight back to work.
