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Chapter 125: Back to the anvil

Arwin fought the urge to shake his head in annoyance as they passed. He got the feeling it would be quite some time before the first guard’s words ever left his ears.

Don’t have beggars my ass. You’ve got a crock of murderers and monsters instead. Suppose those are better for business, though.

“If I’ll be running with you lot for the near future, is there lodging that you’ll be providing?” Olive asked. “I haven’t really worked in a guild before, but–”

“You can stay in the inn with us,” Reya told Olive. “We just put in some new rooms.”

“Would that inn happen to be the same one we got food in?”

“Yes,” Lillia said, sending a glance over her shoulder at the shorter woman. “Why? Is there a problem?”

“No. No problem at all,” Olive said meekly. “I might need a lantern, though. It’s a bit… dark.”

“Won’t help much. The ones we’ve got already kind of give as much light as you’re going to get. The key is getting used to the dark,” Reya advised. “It’s fine. Everything will be a lot more lively soon. We just need more customers so Lillia spends the energy to make her shadow monsters again.”

Olive tilted her head to the side, which was a somewhat difficult feat to do whilst someone was walking. “Shadow monsters?”

“It’s a monster themed inn,” Lillia said. “I haven’t quite come up with a name yet, so don’t ask. I’ve got almost everything else set up, though. Including, well, the theme.”

“If you’d told me that from the start, it would made a lot of sense,” Olive said. “I can kind of see it. Explains the makeup. I kind of thought you were just… uh, oddly into monsters. Like, a bit too much. Not that I’m judging. Everyone’s got their thing.”

“I think I might be setting myself up to get that a lot,” Lillia said with a weary laugh. “It’s fine. As far as things go, there are worse problems to have. I don’t care what people think as long as they enjoy their stay and come back.”

“Which we have,” Rodrick put in. “Great place. Love the ambiance.”

“Rodrick, she’s already staying in the inn. You don’t need to sell her on it,” Arwin said.

“It was practice,” Rodrick replied with a shrug. “Got to get ready for when you run into random people that are just waiting for an inn recommendation.”

“Does that happen a lot?” Olive asked.

“No,” Rodrick said. “But you never know.”

“It’s appreciated nonetheless,” Lillia said. “We didn’t exactly pick the best spot to set up, but at least it fits the mood. Nobody shows up on that street expecting a boring experience.”

“I’m still surprised it isn’t haunted. With all the rumors I heard about it, I fully expected to find a ghost hanging by its neck when I walked into your tavern, blood dripping from its eyes and its insides inverted. Or something like that.”

Everyone stopped walking to turn and look at Olive.

“What?” Olive asked defensively.

“You have a great imagination,” Arwin said.

“And that was very detailed,” Reya said with a suspicious look. “Have you seen something we haven’t?”

“No. I was just making up an example. Do you think I’d be this calm if I’d actually seen a ghost standing in front of me?”

“Honestly?” Arwin asked under his breath. “It’s a tossup.”

Olive grunted, and they all walked the rest of the way in silence. It only took a few more minutes before they arrived at the supposedly haunted street. The only motion in sight was Ripely, still working away at building the smithy.

He’d continued to make good progress and the building was now well over a quarter of the way built. Arwin could practically see it coming together in real time.

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Technically, I suppose I am literally seeing it come together in real time, but it feels faster than it is. Oh, what’s the point. Who am I justifying myself to? Myself?

They all walked up to the inn’s door and stopped while Lillia unlocked it. She stopped to dump the bag on the ground and pulled out the materials she’d gathered for Arwin, handing them over to him. He gave her an appreciative nod.

“So, what now?” Olive asked. “Are we going out again soon?”

“I’ve got some crafting to do,” Arwin said. “Armor to make. Weapons to forge. You’re welcome to do what you want – I don’t think we’ll be heading out again until the end of the week.”

“Is something happening then?”

Lillia pulled the tavern door open and stepped inside, holding it open behind her for the others to start funneling in.

“We’re killing some Wyrms,” Arwin replied.

Olive whipped her head around to look at him, nearly tripping over her own feet in her surprise. “We’re what?”

“The others can fill you in,” Arwin said. “I’ll be in the shitty building across the street if anyone needs me, but make sure it’s important. I like to work uninterrupted whenever possible.”

He turned and headed off while Olive gawked at his back.

“Come on,” Reya said. “I’ll show you your room. We’ve got some new ones, so you can choose. We can get to the Wyrm stuff later, but don’t worry too much. The last time we fought the Wyrm, Arwin chipped its knee.”

“That’s it?”

“That was the last time. He’s got a bigger hammer now and we’re all way stronger. Also, we’ve got you and your new sword. That’s got to count for something.”

“Yeah. A toothpick,” Olive said, their voices fading behind Arwin as he stepped into his temporary smithy, a small grin on his face. It sounded like Olive was going to fit in with the others pretty well.

She wasn’t wrong, though. They weren’t ready to fight Wyrms. Not yet. They were definitely getting much closer, but just as Titles and Achievements made massive differences for humans, they did the same for monsters.

That thing was no mere Journeyman monster. Even if we’ve taken out a fair number of pretty strong Journeyman enemies in the dungeons, assuming a Wyrm will fall just as easily is a great way for us to all get killed. We need more power.

Arwin set the materials that Lillia had given him down on the anvil. They smelled slightly of spider guts, but compared to the uncleaned Maristeel that was still stinking his forge up more than he would have cared to admit, it wasn’t bad.

Some spider webbing. Plates from a spider and a centipede. Enough to make a few pieces of armor if he didn’t waste too much of it. On top of that, he had his Maristeel and Brightsteel left to work with – not to mention just about 140 gold if he didn’t count the 100 he still owed Ridley.

I think I’ll start with greaves. They’re the most logical option for something that fits into the Ivory Executioner set, and I’m now missing them. After those can come gauntlets and then boots, in that order.

Hmm. I don’t have any more of that ivory-colored metal that I used for the helm and chest piece, though.

Arwin rubbed his chin, then picked up the spider silk, running it between his fingers. He also didn’t know the faintest thing about weaving or properly preparing a string for a bow. It looked like he was going to have to take a quick visit into town. Finding a tailor to help with the silk and someone that could recognize the metal probably wouldn’t be too hard, but he wasn’t going to get his hopes up too early.

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“Oh, sure I can! That’s a simple enough,” the elderly tailor said with a kindly smile. She rubbed the strands of webbing between her fingers and nodded to Arwin. “It shouldn’t take long at all. You just want this woven into a single thread?”

“As strong as you can get it,” Arwin confirmed. “I need a big bowstring, but for a bow made for a giant. A very short, relatively human sized giant.”

“Why don’t you just say it’s for someone strong?” The old woman cackled at the look on Arwin’s face and patted him on the top of the head before sweeping into the back room in such a smooth motion that he could do nothing but watch.

That was… odd. At least she can help, though. That’s all that matters. The faster, the be–

The tailer burst out from behind the door, a glistening silver strand in her hands. “Done!”

Arwin nearly choked on his own saliva. “What? Already?”

“I’m a tailor by Class and trade, son,” the woman said with a bark of laughter. “If I couldn’t weave together a few strands of spider poo, then I don’t think I’d be particularly good at either. How old do you think I am?”

“I couldn’t say. I know enough not to try to guess at a woman’s age.”

The tailor’s eyes crinkled in delight. “Good one you are. Wise choice. Either way, twenty gold for the work.”

Twenty gold? Just to weave a bunch of threads when it took you less than a minute? Are you charging more for every year you live?

He didn’t voice any of his complaints. The price was painfully steep, but it was wrong to complain about a service being done fast. All that mattered was that it turned out good – and judging by the faint shimmer in the thread between the woman’s fingers, that it had.

Arwin handed over the gold and she deposited the string into his palm in a coil. He tucked it safely into a pocket with a nod.

“Thank you. I appreciate the prompt service.”

“Anytime, son. Come back soon.”

The tailor flashed Arwin a grin as he headed out the door, running the strand between his own fingers. He couldn’t wait to put it onto his bow and see how it worked – but he’d need an arrow before he could do that.

And, before he could get an arrow, he needed to get his hands on the ivory metal. Arwin set course for the only other smith he knew of in town. It had been a little while since he’d last spoken to Taylor, but with any luck the other man would have the material he needed.

Arwin’s fingers were itching to get back into the smithy and start working. The only thing that kept him from heading straight back to start on a different project were the benefits he’d earn when he finally finished the Ivory Executioner Armor.

I hope Taylor has the metal I need. It would be a pain if I have to go out in hopes that the System gives more of it to me in an achievement.

I’ve much to do, and I can’t wait to see my bow and this set come together.