Clang! Clang! Clang!
Black Howler heard the familiar sound of a hammer smashing against an anvil. The steady tempo of its beating made Black Howler smile. His master was hard at work for a change.
The smithy's front door opened before Black Howler could lay a hand on the handle.
"Six Abysses… you guys can't have finished the raid already?" Iceheart was on the other side of the door, her eyes wide at the sight of her recent party leader. "Or… did you actually die for once?"
The frown on Black Howler's face was enough to confirm Iceheart's guess.
"Damn, I haven't been watching the feeds to know what happened… I've been so busy fulfilling orders for crafting materials…" She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "It's damn rough being an apprentice merchant in a time of war, you know?"
Black Howler frowned. "Profitable too, I expect."
Iceheart grinned a devilish grin. "You know what they say about supply and demand…"
