Chapter 112: A Promise Made in Silver
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Chapter 112: A Promise Made in Silver
A Promise Made in Silver
While Martel's evenings were full of excitement and anxiety, his mornings and afternoons remained predictable and practically dull in comparison. He did not mind this; on the contrary, Martel had no appetite for risk, even when it paid off. He could never understand Maximilian, gambling large sums of money, not to mention an important gift from his father. The only way Martel could ever imagine betting money would be if he knew that winning was assured, and even that had failed spectacularly for him.
Thus, Martel happily appeared in the workshop, ready to do whatever mundane task Master Jerome had for him. It proved to be an easy one today, cutting feathers into quills.
The artificer directed Martel to the workstation and tools before he made to leave. Quickly, Martel intercepted him, as a question had come to mind. "Master, you enchant objects, right?"
"I do indeed." He gave an amused smile. "Why, you have a great need to get something enchanted?"
Not as such, but wearing his leather armour during the fights had reminded Martel of the artificer's abilities. While last night had gone well, it had hardly been an overwhelming victory, and Martel wondered if perhaps he could gain an advantage in another way besides empowering magic. "Not right now, I was just curious if it's something you use often. For instance, do you put temporary enchantments on your tools?"
"A well-made tool is magical enough on its own," Master Jerome laughed. "I do use some enchantments at times, or if the situation calls for it, a rune or two also works well." He gave Martel a sly smile. "And when you are an acolyte, you will learn the craft behind both. For now, I suggest you grab that entirely ordinary knife and begin sharpening those quills."
Accepting the answer, even if it did not help him as such, Martel went to work.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"I will," she promised and left her seat. A moment later, she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She gave Martel a quick hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a quiet voice.
Martel glanced around the street, just to make sure nobody was looking. "This is for you. Open it once you are inside." He opened his bag to let her see the contents.
She reached down to take hold of the box. "What's inside?"
"Fifty pieces of silver."
Her eyes widened. "You're not joking, are you?" As he shook his head, she spoke again. "My dad will never accept that!"
"Don't tell him it's from me." Martel had anticipated this, given how Master Farhad had acted during the last encounter. "Tell him you found work in town. Bring him a handful of coins now and then over the next fiveday."
Her eyes welled up. She placed the box on the doorstep behind her and gave him a tight embrace, mumbling her gratitude.
"It's alright," Martel told her while awkwardly patting her short hair. "I won't let anyone take you away. You belong here."
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Chapter 112: A Promise Made in Silver
A Promise Made in Silver
While Martel's evenings were full of excitement and anxiety, his mornings and afternoons remained predictable and practically dull in comparison. He did not mind this; on the contrary, Martel had no appetite for risk, even when it paid off. He could never understand Maximilian, gambling large sums of money, not to mention an important gift from his father. The only way Martel could ever imagine betting money would be if he knew that winning was assured, and even that had failed spectacularly for him.
Thus, Martel happily appeared in the workshop, ready to do whatever mundane task Master Jerome had for him. It proved to be an easy one today, cutting feathers into quills.
The artificer directed Martel to the workstation and tools before he made to leave. Quickly, Martel intercepted him, as a question had come to mind. "Master, you enchant objects, right?"
"I do indeed." He gave an amused smile. "Why, you have a great need to get something enchanted?"
Not as such, but wearing his leather armour during the fights had reminded Martel of the artificer's abilities. While last night had gone well, it had hardly been an overwhelming victory, and Martel wondered if perhaps he could gain an advantage in another way besides empowering magic. "Not right now, I was just curious if it's something you use often. For instance, do you put temporary enchantments on your tools?"
"A well-made tool is magical enough on its own," Master Jerome laughed. "I do use some enchantments at times, or if the situation calls for it, a rune or two also works well." He gave Martel a sly smile. "And when you are an acolyte, you will learn the craft behind both. For now, I suggest you grab that entirely ordinary knife and begin sharpening those quills."
Accepting the answer, even if it did not help him as such, Martel went to work.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.
"I will," she promised and left her seat. A moment later, she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She gave Martel a quick hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a quiet voice.
Martel glanced around the street, just to make sure nobody was looking. "This is for you. Open it once you are inside." He opened his bag to let her see the contents.
She reached down to take hold of the box. "What's inside?"
"Fifty pieces of silver."
Her eyes widened. "You're not joking, are you?" As he shook his head, she spoke again. "My dad will never accept that!"
"Don't tell him it's from me." Martel had anticipated this, given how Master Farhad had acted during the last encounter. "Tell him you found work in town. Bring him a handful of coins now and then over the next fiveday."
Her eyes welled up. She placed the box on the doorstep behind her and gave him a tight embrace, mumbling her gratitude.
"It's alright," Martel told her while awkwardly patting her short hair. "I won't let anyone take you away. You belong here."
Chapter 112: A Promise Made in SilverA Promise Made in SilverWhile Martel's evenings were full of excitement and anxiety, his mornings and afternoons remained predictable and practically dull in comparison. He did not mind this; on the contrary, Martel had no appetite for risk, even when it paid off. He could never understand Maximilian, gambling large sums of money, not to mention an important gift from his father. The only way Martel could ever imagine betting money would be if he knew that winning was assured, and even that had failed spectacularly for him.Thus, Martel happily appeared in the workshop, ready to do whatever mundane task Master Jerome had for him. It proved to be an easy one today, cutting feathers into quills.The artificer directed Martel to the workstation and tools before he made to leave. Quickly, Martel intercepted him, as a question had come to mind. "Master, you enchant objects, right?""I do indeed." He gave an amused smile. "Why, you have a great need to get something enchanted?"Not as such, but wearing his leather armour during the fights had reminded Martel of the artificer's abilities. While last night had gone well, it had hardly been an overwhelming victory, and Martel wondered if perhaps he could gain an advantage in another way besides empowering magic. "Not right now, I was just curious if it's something you use often. For instance, do you put temporary enchantments on your tools?""A well-made tool is magical enough on its own," Master Jerome laughed. "I do use some enchantments at times, or if the situation calls for it, a rune or two also works well." He gave Martel a sly smile. "And when you are an acolyte, you will learn the craft behind both. For now, I suggest you grab that entirely ordinary knife and begin sharpening those quills."Accepting the answer, even if it did not help him as such, Martel went to work.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n."I will," she promised and left her seat. A moment later, she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She gave Martel a quick hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a quiet voice.Martel glanced around the street, just to make sure nobody was looking. "This is for you. Open it once you are inside." He opened his bag to let her see the contents.She reached down to take hold of the box. "What's inside?""Fifty pieces of silver."Her eyes widened. "You're not joking, are you?" As he shook his head, she spoke again. "My dad will never accept that!""Don't tell him it's from me." Martel had anticipated this, given how Master Farhad had acted during the last encounter. "Tell him you found work in town. Bring him a handful of coins now and then over the next fiveday."Her eyes welled up. She placed the box on the doorstep behind her and gave him a tight embrace, mumbling her gratitude."It's alright," Martel told her while awkwardly patting her short hair. "I won't let anyone take you away. You belong here."
