Chapter 101: Gun and Roses
"Gorthmorde's lands, Gorthmorde's rules. But this… this is delicate work. Fussy. Dangerous. One wrong measurement, and it blows up in your hand. I don't craft failure."
"I don't expect failure," Hannah said firmly.
The dwarf grunted, staring at the sketch one last time before fixing her with a hard, assessing gaze.
"Then you'll pay. A lot. This isn't a sword. It's a contraption. Enchanted metal, precision fittings, testing. Enough gold to fund a small army's armory. You got that kind of coin, little heir?"
Hannah smiled faintly. She didn't carry that kind of wealth on her, but she didn't need to.
"My grandfather is the Duke of Gorthmorde. He will cover the cost."
The dwarf grunted, seemingly satisfied.
"Fine. I'll forge it. But it'll take time. And if you blow your own hand off, that's not my fault."
Hannah nodded, already turning to leave, then paused.
