Chapter 55: Inspirations (1)
Blake logged in.
He arrived much later than usual, which Beatrix seemed to notice. She emerged from his shadow and fixed him with an intent gaze. Although she couldn't speak yet, her eyes spoke volumes.
Blake smiled at her. "I made a friend. He's a bit rough around the edges, but definitely someone we can work with."
Beatrix nodded, relieved her master had befriended someone entirely different from Silver Dash. If he ever ran into a player like that again, she would employ the same distant, dismissive approach Sol had shown before.
As for the little elemental, Sol woke up at the same time Blake logged in. He gazed off into space, still half-dazed, then rolled onto the workbench to stare at the forge. It was hard to tell what was on his mind. Blake tried reaching out to him, but none of his attempts got through, so he left him alone. Soon enough, Sol would likely come to him on his own—probably asking for something to eat.
