Once he was finished with breakfast, Adam wasted no time in enting the sword. He made his way back to the shrio begin his work, noting the Iyrman who was tailing him.

  As he stepped through the Iyr, he noted many children rushing all around. Some were gng his ointing towards him, with his pointed ears pointing outwards.

  ‘Have these kids never seen an elf before?’ Adam thought for a moment. ‘Oh. Probably not.’

  He heard the screeg of a young boy, a boy no more than two years old, ying on his bad pung the air as he screamed. A woman remained beside him, watg him throw his tantrum, not saying a word.

  Being a Brit, Adam did what every Brit would have done.

  He pletely ighe situation and tinued on, as did most of the Iyrmen nearby. He could have judged the parents for the tantrum of their child, as one might have expected of him, but his wallet was not yet that heavy.

  The half elf threw a quice back towards the Iyrman who followed him, stone faced as any other Iyrman. He was about to say something, but decided against it, recalling the small talk he had tried to make with the other Iyrman not long ago.

  ‘Looks like even children of the Iyr are just children,’ Adam thought.

  Though they were a people much different to himself, at least their children behaved like children. He looked up towards the open sky, and then to all the buildings around them. It was rare to see a lone Iyrman, as most spent their time with other Iyrmen, their families and friends.

  ‘It’s not a bad pce to raise a child.’

  He thought of his home, which was different in so many ways. Here, within the safe walls of the Iyr, the children were free to grow up as children, with little worry about anything else. His thoughts strayed for a moment, towards the sister he hadn’t met, the sister he’d never meet.

  Once he approached the shrine, with the suing overhead illuminating the various runes, he stood, staring at the shrine. For a long momeayed like this, causing the Iyrman behind him to wonder what the half elf was doing.

  Adam spped his cheeks, letting out a burst of noise, before he shook the rest of his body and limbered up for enting. “e on, Adam,” he urged himself. “There’s enting to be done.”

  Adam pced the various gems oones, before pg the st in the tre of the shrine. He sat oool, which had remained from the day before, and pced the tip of the swainst the gem.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 24 (18)

  The hours passed by suddenly as he seeped his Mana into the bde, allowing the gems to sear their patterns onto the bde. They were near identical to the previous runes which had been patterned on Little Paw.

  He exhaled and made his way back to the Rot family.

  “Are you alright?” the Iyrman asked. It was a new Iyrman, one he had never seen before. She was beautiful, in her mid forties or so, and her hair was shaved on the side of her head, with long braids falling down to her back.

  “Yes?” Adam asked, w why she was asking.

  “You seem uain,” she said, her voice soft.

  “I’m fine, I suppose,” Adam said. “What I pin about?”

  She nodded her head. She had heard from the Iyrman that he had seemed to be quite frustrated in the m, so was making sure he was fi the end of the day since he was doh enting.

  “Did you ent well today?” Sonarot asked, inviting Adam to sit beside her as the meat was cooked. She was eating a little meat today, though had aire ptter of various, peared to be, potatoes.

  “Yes,” Adam said, sitting down beside her. “If I’m lucky the few days, I’ll be able to plete it in around the same time.”

  Sonarot nodded her head slowly, w if Adam knew how ridiculous his statement sounded. If she hadn’t seen him ent such a fine on in three days, she would have thought him a liar. His tale about dying twice was more believable.

  Adam bit into the meat, but he couldn’t taste anything. It was well spiced and salted, but he was deep in thought. In his st life, he had told Lanarot he would return soon, but that Lanarot no longer existed. He hoped that she would live a det life, though he couldn’t help but feel something tighten in his gut.

  He go Sonarot beside him, thinking about how she was in his previous life. The Sonarot in his previous life had lost her son and husband, and the Lanarot of that life had lost two brothers and a father.

  “What are you thinking about?” Sonarot asked, noting the mencholy on his face.

  “Just stuff,” Adam replied.

  Sonarot just smiled, allowing him to keep his thoughts to himself. If he didn’t want to speak about his thought, she wasn’t going to force him.

  “I won’t die,” Adam said, avoiding her gaze. “Not this time.”

  Sonarot reached up to brush his hair. “I hope death es to you te.”

  Adam’s lips twitched into a smile. “Late, huh?” A thought crossed his mind. ‘I wonder if I bee immortal.’ He kept that thought away from Bell.

  Opposite him, Jurot was sitting with the other Iyrmen, as he had done so previously.

  “How e you sit alone?” Adam asked.

  “I wish to be alone,” Sonarot replied.

  “Do you wao leave?”

  “If you wish.”

  Adam wasn’t sure if he should, but she had called for him to sit beside her, so he remained, eating the rge portion of meat.

  Omen: 9, 20

  “Ho, ho!” Adam decred when he awoke in the m, sitting up.

  Sonarot and Jurot, who were in the middle of pag up their bs, gnced over his way, their brows raised.

  Adam grinned wide. “I’m feeling lucky today!” He hopped onto his feet, pag away his b, before joining the pair for breakfast.

  The half elf walked with a pep in his step, leading today’s assigned Iyrman to the shrine.

  Jurot remained behind, gng to his mother. “Should I keep an eye on him?”

  “No,” she said, reag up to brush his hair. “He is w hard, so we shoud not disturb him.”

  Jurot nodded his head, going off to py with his friends, who had yet to leave the Iyr on their journeys.

  All the while, Adam approached the shrine, dropping down oool again. With his Omen, he was fident in the day, so didn’t spend much mental effort this day to work on his enting.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 22 (16)Omen: 9, 20 -> 920 + 4 + 2 = 26

  By the end of the day’s work, he could feel something buzz within his mind. A soft tingle, one which apanied him as he returned back to the Iyr. ‘Am I enting too much?’ Adam thought. ‘If it gets worse, I’ll stop,’ he thought.

  Wheurned, he saw Jurot and the other young Iyrmen gazing at the sky, grunting in their own tongue. He threw a quice to Sonarot, who beed him to her.

  “How was enting today?” she asked.

  “It went amazing,” Adam said. “I couldn’t have ented aer today.”

  “Well done,” she said, him some meat for dinner.

  There was also a small portion of cheese, which was like a punch of fvour in his mouth. Adam shut his eyes tight, having not expected that the cheese was going to be so fvourful. There was a fist of sourness, and a thumb of sweetness within the hardened dairy.

  Sonarot just smiled as she watched him e the favoured cheese of the Iyr, which would always strike those who ate it for the first time in such a harsh way.

  Adam swallowed, quickly biting down some meat to wash away its fvour. “You could have at least warned me.”

  “Then you would have expected it,” Sonarot said, avoiding the cheese as she ate some more meat.

  Adam shook his head and sighed. “I think this cheese is about as much adventure as I want currently.”

  “You are w so hard. The on be ented over the course of weeks, there’s o rush.”

  “I just want to finish up the work that I have so I py once I’m done.”

  Sonarot smiled. “Good. Will you ent tomorrow?”

  “Probably. If I wake up feeling lucky, I’ll finish up the entment.”

  Adam ehe calm and peace of the Iyr, speaking with Sonarot for the rest of the evening as he had done so, until she would fall quiet due to her tiredness.

  Omen: 14, 16

  “Feeling lucky again this m?” Sonarot asked as he awoke.

  “Yes,” he said, getting up on his feet. “Today should be the st day I work on this sword.”

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 4 + 2 = 8 (2)Omen: 14, 16 -> 1416 + 4 + 2 = 22

  Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?

  Adam hadn’t expected the sword to be so easy to ent. He had been so lucky due to his Omen, but that led to an issue.

  He was flicted.

  The sword would be brilliant, far more brilliant than the on he made for Lanarot. ‘No way. I refuse. It ’t be better than the on I made for Lanarot.’ He refused to spend any experieo make it better.

  Enting successful!

  ShortswordYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 2D3 sshing + 2 fire damage.

  XP: 1500 -> 1700

  ‘It’s pretty much the same, isn’t it?’ Adam thought for a long moment. ‘No, this is ever so slightly worse due to critical hits.’ He smiled, feeling much better about the axe now. ‘I should have spent more time on the axe…’

  Would you like to he on?

  ‘ht.’ He stared at he sword, seeing the dark steel with flecks e throughout.

  Fire Fang (Shortsword)You gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 2D3 sshing + 2 fire damage.

  “You’re dohe Iyrman this day asked. Once again, it was someone pletely o him. It was a handsome man in his early fifties, which surprised Adam. No doubt this man would be one of the stro in the Iyr, a he was stuck babysitting Adam?

  “I am,” Adam said.

  “So soon?”

  “Yes.”

  The older man nodded his head a it at that. He had heard the unbelievable tale of Adam making a on in three days, and he had been asked to che him this day to see if he could repeat such a miracle. Even gng at the sword, he could feel it was a det entment.

  “I’m back,” Adam said, revealing the sword to Sonarot.

  “Jurot, g Sodul,” Sonarot said, before inviting Adam to sit beside her. “Did it go well?”

  Adam held out the sword for her, which she accepted, admiring the bde. “It’s near identical to the axe.”

  “Impressive,” Sonarot said. “It’s difficult to create sutments so quickly, especially to keep them at a simir strength.”

  Sodul appeared. “I didn’t expect you to be done so soon,” he admitted.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t charge you for an early delivery,” Adam joked, chug.

  Sodul examihe sword. “I will spend the evening with the bde and will return with payment in the m.”

  “Sure, sure,” Adam said. “It’s not like you’ll rip me off.” The half elf yawned, suddenly feeling the lethargy take him. “I’ve been w so hard, so I think I’ll call it an early night.”

  “Rest well, Adam,” Sonarot said as Jurot went to admire the sword.

  It may not have been an axe, but a good on was a good on.

  Adam y on the b, staring up at the ceiling. “All I’ve done is eat some delicious food and ent some ons,” Adam thought. “I should try ao know the Iyrmeer…” He thought about how rude it was that he came to the Iyr and didn’t immerse himself. ‘Though, I guess making the sword for Sodul was a good thing. I wonder how much gold I’ll make.’

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