Sapphire was the first to move.
She took a step forward, slightly distancing herself from Vergil, and cast one last glance at the scythe before turning her attention back to the two dwarves. Her expression was relaxed now—almost amused—as if the overwhelming tension of moments before had never existed.
"Well," she said, crossing her arms casually. "Considering no one died, no dimension collapsed, and the forge is still standing… I think it's fair to say your debt is paid."
There was a second of silence.
Then Brokk exploded.
"PAID MY ASS!" he growled, pointing a greasy finger at her. "You show up here, bring some unfriendly-looking lunatic, make us forge something that SCREAMS LIKE A DEAD DRAGON, almost awaken an ancient evil in my forge, and now you think everything's alright?!"
Sapphire merely raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
