Day 7
"So, what do you think, huh?" Rael asked Xaphxan. His face was wet with sweat and blackened from prolonged exposure to smoke as he gazed into a blazing pit. A large slab of rock was layed across it, supporting an oddly shaped excuse for a sword.
Xaphxan studied Rael for a moment, his expression bleak, before shifting his gaze to yet another forged failure.
"It's… huh, not bad. You're getting closer, boss."
Rael slanted his eyes at the comment. He knew, obviously, that this was another failed attempt at making a proper weapon but was he to blame? Maybe a little. He was a slow learner in any craft that wasn't battle, and the lack of proper blacksmithing tools certainly wasn't helping. He could only make do with the crudest methods of forging techniques he'd pulled from the Hephaestonian scrolls.
