I went into the passageway and shifted my Aspect to that of a fly.
I went into the passageway and shifted my Aspect to that of a fly. A gadfly, to be precise, quick and sharp and annoying. I flew back into the workshop unseen and watched from the shadows as Brokk picked up a piece of raw gold and flung it into the heart of the forge.
Sindri was casting runes into the fire. His style was eccentric, but he was fast, and I watched with curiosity as the piece of gold began to take shape, spinning and turning over the coals.
“Now, Brokk,” said Sindri. “The bellows, quick! If the piece cools before its time . . .”
Brokk started to pump the giant bellows for all he was worth. Sindri, with his delicate hands, was casting runes as fast as he could.
I was starting to feel a little nervous. The piece that hung between them was looking quite impressive. Still in my gadfly Aspect, I buzzed up to Brokk, with his bellows, and stung him sharply on the hand. He cursed, but didn’t flinch, and moments later the piece was complete: a beautiful golden arm-ring, worked and chiselled with hundreds of runes.
I flew back into the passageway and rapidly pulled on my clothes.
