At Boran's Eldrian headed directly for his room as they agreed on the day before. Seeing him marching toward's Boran's forging room, one of the shopkeeper ladies tried to stop him. Stopping after recognizing him.
"So you are finally here," Boran said. His hand, still covered in blue metal veins, sliding over the sword he had made the day before. Boran had taken the morning to simply enjoy and retrospect what had happened when he had forged this sword. Trying to grasp onto the feelings he had had when making it.
"Sorry I am so late. Still struggling with magic, but I am making progress." Eldrian replied, happy to see Boran in a good mood.
