"Wait." Bella's voice had lost its edge entirely. "Perhaps I could demonstrate my abilities before you depart. I'm currently working on a project that requires mana infusion. It would take only a short time to show you."
Grim paused, appearing to consider the offer. "A demonstration would be acceptable. Though I warn you, Mistress Cleanrott, my standards are high."
Relief flickered briefly across Bella's face, quickly replaced by professional pride. "As are mine, Lord Ambrose. If you'll follow me, I believe my work will speak for itself."
She gestured toward the forge entrance, all hostility replaced with businesslike conduct.
Heat and humidity enveloped Grim as he stepped into the forge. Unlike traditional smithies that relied primarily on fire for their work. This space had channels of flowing water, creating a perpetual cloud of steam that hung near the ceiling.
"My standard forge is there," Bella explained, gesturing to a corner.
