Master Of None

As the group slowly made their way through the same passageways and crossings that they had gone down before they managed to encounter some lost yellow slimes. The reason they were being classified as lost was the fact that they all seemed to be aimless in their movements. 

The slimes had been placed in the caves by the slime breeder and now left to be alone and do anything their instincts told them to do. They wandered looking for metals and ores while some were able to be gathered and corralled by the miners and merchant district citizens. They were easy targets to get rid of and the fire fighter dwarves were able to defeat any that even crossed their paths.

"So, what were the skills you used to fire all those arrows?" Walker finally had the chance to ask Gil this while they walked through the intersection from much earlier. 

Gil had been waiting for this since he was very excited himself about the skills he had learned. "I got some multi shot skills, triple shot, and quad shot. I just kept going while letting my body take over. The weird part was that the bow was reacting too." Gil was still very confused about what had happened with the bows' reaction and felt that it was best to just flat out tell Walker what he had felt. 

"I noticed some of the wind elemental mana while you were firing the arrows. I thought you had used a new skill but if it was the bow that's even better. We were told that eventually with enough mana, you would be able to help the spirit inside wake up and make their own body again." Walker thought this was the best case scenario for the bow. He wanted the spirit to wake up and speak with them. 

"That could be why I felt so drained of mana. It really doesn't take a lot of my mana to activate the arrows before I fire them but after the battle I was really on my last points…" Gil was realizing that he had most likely supplied a lot more mana to the bow than he had meant to while he focused and fell in to his trance. "Oh, and I am out of water elemental arrows for a little while. I need to make more." 

"We should have time for that no problem. I'm sorry you didn't have the chance to use the wither spike arrows you filled with the basic potion. I know you put all the work in just to watch a different slime fuse in to a golem." Walker could only think about how much of a waste it was but at least Gil would be able to empty them. 

"I think I can still use them. The yellow slimes are still around and with our luck we will run in to a few more. Plus they might be useful as some kind of poison arrow anyways. Your potion causes basic burns to most people when concentrated, right Remey?" Gil looked at Remey who has just joined them again after grabbing some bat wing leaves she saw while they walked. 

"Sure. I don't see why you can't. They would really mess up anything you use them on, especially monsters with tough skin but weak insides." Remey was thinking of the orcs they may run in to on the way out of the dwarf city to return to their home. 

Gil was glad to hear this and decided he would let the arrows be. "Speaking of crafting, we need to learn more about spirit crafting now, don't we." Gil knew that this was a goal they had so they could mend the issues between the dwarves and elves. 

"Yes, I was going to ask at the high forge when we went to talk to grey about golems and the cores we have since we somehow ended up with a few." Walker was assuming the high forge as the center of all forging would be the best place to gather the most information about the spirit forging systems and understand the reasoning why the dwarves used spirits forcefully. 

"You mentioned ya were going to the high forge again. If it's to see Grey that makes sense. He had a decent number of apprentices since he is the current master golem builder. He sends those apprentices out all the time to gather materials. They hate it since they can't just stay and learn, but it is the price they pay to learn." The king had been listening as they walked and found it interesting that they were speaking about Grey. 

"We have gathered a few golem cores unintentionally through our travels and have nothing to do with them. I was going to sell them for the party to have some gold but with all the things we have done it is not the best use for them and we have a decent amount of gold anyways. Not to mention, we met one of the apprentices at an auction. Well, they bought some things and then left but I caught them on the way out."

The king smirked a little, "That sounds like the apprentices. They rush out get the materials and rush back to their own projects. They make some of the golems but that is how we get new things around here. That little annoying golem that guides everyone around is a creation of one of the younger apprentices. He specializes in smaller gears, I think his system is the shrinking gear smith?" The king tried to remember for sure. 

"That sounds like he is shrinking himself. Although, it probably means he is shrinking gears." Remey was more than amused by the way the system sounded however, she was soon back to being confused. The entire gear smithing aspect of the dwarves was more than confusing for all of them since they were not used to the concept of the dwarven machines. It would be a long lesson in the high forge. 

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