“It was up in the air,” Farrah repeated after being released. “Are you going?” “Gods, no,” Gary said. “You may have only semi-retired, but I’ve committed. I’ll get back to fighting monsters in the next monster surge.” “You’re not going?” Jason asked him. “No, thank you,” Gary said firmly. “I’m going to stick to my smithing.” “And where is your forge?” Jason asked. “Uh, you know that, obviously,” Gary said. “It’s in…” Jason grinned as realisation struck. “…your soul space,” Gary finished limply. “Welcome aboard,” Farrah said, reaching up to slap him on the shoulder.
