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Seeing my eyes glued to the flask, the blacksmith decided not to torture me any longer and snapped, “Come on. Will show ya something. Guess you’ll like it!”

And a fast sly smile that flashed across his face in the next moment was a dead giveaway behind his anticipation.

As we stepped into the shop, dry heat and a slight smell of cinders overwhelmed us. The place was small and lit by bright and smooth light of a humming forge.

Truvle’s forge was not a simple one either – it had the happily crackling Everlasting fire, which had become so popular in the Highlands. Of course, that was due to our family’s contribution as well. Nargara likes experiments, so when the blacksmith asked her to help him make his craft better, she took it up with great enthusiasm. That was a path of cut and try, where Nargara spared neither time nor her ingredients. But the outcome was worth it – she exceeded even her own expectations. The fire proved really bright and smooth. And it was powerful indeed.

That made Master Truvle famous throughout the entire area given the quality of the steel he forged and hardened. Besides, he got more and more orders for magical blades; they were tailor-made, which, in turn, made them very expensive, and that made happy not the honored Master alone, yet also the quiet witch and her daughters.

The point of the magic here was not the fire itself, as many would believe, but the wood. A piece of wood impregnated with a special concoction just never burned away. And now the blacksmith had three of such logs, and the heat they produced was just right.

A red-hot blade was on the anvil, as if it was a great king sitting on his throne in solemn silence, and throwing one single glance at the weapon was enough to see that the blacksmith had vested it with his entire skill and power.

Truvle loved making weapons with a secret, which typically was quite tough to crack. Once he would come up with a short blade that fanned out each time you turned the gem on the handle, then he forged a sword, which would fork out into an unseen steel snake tongue as soon as you turned the guard. Well, that was his hobby – not to create just a weapon, but make some sort of a deadly masterpiece. Apparently, he did it to have the victim of that very work enjoy the beauty so much as to be happy to get killed.