After the morning exercise, Lann didn't immediately go back to find Margaret or Tishaya.
The two female warlocks must have planned something last night, making him feel uneasy.
"So you came to me?"
Belengar rarely wasn't tinkering away by the furnace; he was seriously looking at a list.
After all, hands-on ironwork is his hobby, also a way for a grandmaster-level blacksmith to maintain his touch.
But his actual job is to oversee the entire production process of Valyrian Steel.
Including quality control of the billets, and production efficiency, etc.
Now Lann was sitting opposite Belengar's desk, with both elbows resting on the tabletop, hands propping up his chin.
This was a small office built inside the Valyrian Steel billet production workshop, outside burly men were swinging hammers at ingots, while Belengar was working inside.
When Lann mentioned the unease he felt at Margaret's place, Belengar leaned forward with great interest.
