"All right, well," he began, removing his leather apron and setting everything aside as neatly as possible, "I will leave you to your own work and see you on the morrow, then. If I hear anything new about this Zeltivan magecrafter, I will be sure to share that information, though I imagine the knights won't announce anything. He or she will just show up and start working." That seemed to be how the knights functioned. Unless one was a knight or in with the knights, their proclamations were not very informative. He put out his hand to shake with the would-be magesmith, and then he was as good as his word: gone. |