In a cozy village room, a line of people waited patiently for their turn to speak with the tall man renowned for his wise counsel. The atmosphere was one of quiet anticipation, as villagers from various trades queued patiently for the chance to receive counsel from the enigmatic figure at the room's center.
Sitting comfortably in a spacious, carved wooden chair adorned with plush pillows, Erytheis exuded both strength and approachability. His wise eyes surveyed the room, bestowing equal attention on everyone present. When the blacksmith stepped forward, Erytheis acknowledged him with a nod, inviting him to speak.
The blacksmith, a burly man with soot-stained hands, began to detail the challenges he faced in his forge. Erytheis listened carefully, nodding at times, deep in thought. When the blacksmith finished, Erytheis leaned forward, his words deliberate and insightful.
"For your forge, consider the distribution of heat. Rather than a large, unfocused flame, use a condensed, more controlled fire. It will provide consistent heat and reduce metal wastage." He paused, noticing the blacksmith's puzzled look, and simplified his explanation. "In simpler terms, use a smaller but stronger fire to control the heat better. And try changing how you cool the metals. Using different oils can make them stronger and more bendable."
Surprise and realization lit up the blacksmith's face as he absorbed the advice, his eyes widening. Erytheis's suggestions were simple yet revolutionary, grounded in a knowledge that seemed beyond the village's traditional methods. It was as if he was imparting wisdom from a world the villagers had never known.
As the blacksmith thanked Erytheis and stepped aside, the next villager moved forward, their faces alight with hope and curiosity. Erytheis greeted each one and each job with the same level of attention, his advice weaving a subtle magic of its own.
In the corner of the room, a slender figure worked with quiet focus. Her fingers moved with a grace that belied the complexity of her task, crafting delicate apparatuses with materials that glinted softly under the room's light. She was unnoticed by many, yet her presence added a silent strength to the atmosphere, her artistry a silent yet integral part of the narrative unfolding in the room.
Erytheis watched the villagers leave, each carrying a piece of his advice, a seed of knowledge that would, in time, bear fruit in ways they couldn't yet comprehend. In these moments, in the quiet exchange of wisdom for faith, a more profound story was being written—one that would shape the very fabric of his domain and the future of his people. Eritheis smiled.