Roxy stared at the ugly, pitted lumps of gold. She picked one up. It was light, full of air pockets. And frowned, this was an issue she had to figure out with the system.
She looked at the stone mold Kaelen had carved. She saw the dampness on the table where the mold had been sitting.
[You do know that water doesn't sit well with fire, right?]
I knew you would come to help! That's why I love you, system, you are my brain box.
Roxy tried hard not to gag.
[You know I can discern your true feelings.]
Tch. You are no fun.
"It wasn't the gold," Roxy said, her mind working fast. "And it wasn't the heat."
She tapped the stone mold. "It was the moisture."
"Moisture?" Zarek asked, cooling his hands.
"The stone," Roxy explained, turning to face them. "River stone holds water inside it. Microscopic amounts. When the hot gold hit it, the water turned to steam instantly. The steam exploded inside the mold, creating bubbles and pushing the gold away from the walls."
