"Do you plan to craft a set of armor?" Bastil asked, reading the list Lee gave.
This actually looked like something an artificer had compiled. Alongside the iron ore and fire sparks Lee wrote down, it listed ingredients like sulfur, coal, flux and oil. More importantly, it included large amounts of water – a nuance Lee completely overlooked.
"No, a sword." Lee said.
"Should I cut off your finger right away?" Bastil said, angrily looking his way.
From the looks of it, the man was displeased with the amount of resources Daniel requested, or maybe faked anger.
"Lord Bastil, I implore you to give me a chance!" Lee begged, "I only know how to craft according to my Master's … ehm … I mean, according to my previous master's teachings. I'm not even an elemental lord, you know … and, to be honest … I'm really scared …"
"Good!" Bastil said with a snort, "You'll get your chance! But if you fail, it'll be your last failure!"
