It was worse. The smiths and the woodworkers had yet to finish the medals, as some were required in fixing the various arms and some were even required to help with working on the various constructions about Rivea.
Ares narrowed his eyes as he stared at the kiln ahead, as if he wanted to have a fight with it. Seriously, how could he be so shameless? Ares wondered if maybe he could have a few of them create some medals for him right now, but there probably weren't enough people about.
He rubbed his forehead. Soon breakfast was to be made.
"What's the matter, Ares-kin?" Shim asked.
Ares turned to the wolffolk armourer and then sighed. "I needed the medals today before I left," he said as he stared at the kiln, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"Why don't you make the medals?" Shim asked as she cocked her head to one side.
"Make them myself? I don't know how to make medals."
