The Elucidate
Two of the more useful things that Arzin had learned from being in the army were that he should sleep whenever he got the chance, and eat whenever he got the chance -- because, he learned quickly enough, once the campaigning heated up, both sleep and food would be in short supply.
Arzin enjoyed an undisturbed night's sleep after speaking with Eldereth, due mainly to the fact that he was not required to stand Watch for a portion of the night. When he awakened the next morning he felt quite refreshed, although admittedly more than a little hungry. He had a difficult time getting excited about an apple, some jerky, and a flagon of water for breakfast, but he mentally chided himself for being an ungrateful whiner.
~It will fill your belly, and take care of your hunger. Food is naught but fuel that your body needs, and the particulars of it matter little.~
That at least sounded convincing and may have helped a little, but still . . . an apple and jerky . . .
After having gotten dressed, Arzin left his room. He wore his armor and sword and carried his helmet, just in case more of those . . . what had Steorra called them? Prismatic Slimes . . . that was it -- just in case more of those Prismatic Slimes . . . or mayhap something even more dangerous -- decided to pay them an unexpected visit. He considered shouldering his backpack as well, but after giving it a moment's thought, he decided to leave it in his room and return for it later, if he needed it.
Before heading down to the Mess Hall, Arzin wanted to pay a visit to the Workshop. He had learned that it was up on the 11th floor -- which surprised him a little -- most craftsmen and the like (including various manner of smiths) were, in his experience, given rather short shrift by the powers that be, and he had reckoned that it would be down in what passed for a basement in this Tower.
~Mayhap, given the fact that the person doing the crafting in this instance is a mage herself, that made all the difference.~
Once at the workshop, he sought out the mage whose name Steorra had given him -- Zevesh. "Good day," he said to the female mage, favoring her with a smile and a nod.
"My name is Arzin. I'm the fellow who is the ex-soldier." His smile broadened as he added "Although, given what I am wearing, I suspect that you may have figured that out already."
He set a piece of metal that he had been carrying in his hand down on top of a counter. Next, he pulled some objects out of his belt pouch and set them down on the counter-top as well: a clear vial that contained a powder, an opaque vial that appeared to contain some sort of a liquid, and a lump of what appeared to be common potter's clay.
"You will note that the metal seems to have some sort of an inner glow about it -- although as near as I can tell, it generates no heat. And the clay -- it formed itself into different shapes, depending upon my thoughts at the time. No doubt all of these things will be much more familiar to you than they are to me."
"I know that they are not sufficient for you to craft any sort of a project for me as of yet, but can you hold them until I can add more . . . materials, is that the right word? I have no use for them presently, and mayhap you can be studying them, along and along. It will give you time to learn their properties, and mayhap give me some options as to what you will be able to craft from them."
Just about then Arzin's stomach growled, and he flashed an embarrassed smile. "My apologies. I came to see you before going down to the Mess Hall to eat breakfast. I'm headed there, next."
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