The she-elves who had accompanied me got comfortable. Ki'Amura slunk into the corner and mostly disappeared in the shadows. Tavorwen looked over the samples of Durithana's work hanging on her wall, blades, buckles and archer bracers and other metal plates to reinforce specific places of weakness in elven leather armor.

A couple of minutes later, Durithana emerged from the area of her forge.

"Oh! My favorite customer!" Durithana greeted me. "What can I do for you? Anything wrong with your weapons?"

I greeted her with the elven salute.

"No, for now my weapons are good." I assured her.

"...'For now'? What is that supposed to mean?" Durithana pressed.

I sunk...