Ruggah's eye glowed, "You were away for fifteen days, and we were almost beginning to lose hope."
I blinked, fifteen days? Dorrik had barely spent a moment in the creation of these weapons, how could fifteen days have passed by without me knowing?
I thought I had an understanding of the magic of the gods, but the more I learned, the more I realized how much I did not know. It was clear that what seemed like mere moments inside the halls of Dorrik were actually much longer than I thought.
Now that I observed these people more closely, I could see that they appeared much refreshed than before, as if they had indeed rested a long while and recovered from their wounds, and what drove this point home was the fact that Ogg's second arm had healed, and he no longer had a stump, although his new arm was impossibly thin, likely needing more time to return to its previous state.
