The metal rang even louder than the falling rain outside. Inside the workshop, Elizabeth and Arthur stood a distance apart without saying a word to each other. The smell of burning iron filled the air so much that they could taste it.
An hour had passed since Clariton accepted to coat her sword with runes to make it stronger. The process took longer because the old man was not an original rune smith capable of making swords, however, he had inherited the skill and could make weapons stronger.
Arthur had wished to escape this boredom, but his curiosity grasped him tightly and he ended up wasting time, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary art till it started to rain outside the workshop.
