Every race's civilization has its unique characteristics and secrets unknown to outsiders, and elves are no exception.
Bartlett watched the aged elf artisan 'Quirion' pour the metal called 'Activated Mithril' from the box into the center of the round platform, and then lit up the intricate and elaborate patterns on the platform with a spell.
"I don't know how he did it, nor do I know what power he used in the process." The little mage tilted his head towards Bartlett, "Anyway, it's not magic, I haven't felt any magic power fluctuation. And those patterns on the platform are not magical runes either because I don't recognize any of them." Kris spoke softly, but his voice was still clear in the quiet environment.
