Velryn shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and began his report.
"She's everything the scouts said. And more."
He detailed the metalworking demonstration. The technical knowledge, the precision, the way she'd taught processes that should be impossible.
"She turned raw ore into functional things she calls pots and pans in a single day. A single day. That's not blessed one knowledge. That's advanced knowledge."
Karvesh's fingers stilled on his hip.
"Explain."
"The process she used. Smelting, purification, temperature control without instruments. It's too specific. Too practical. She didn't learn that from divine visions."
"Then where?"
"That's the interesting part." Velryn rolled onto his back, staring at cave ceiling. "She's not from here. Not really. I think she's Hue-mahn."
Silence.
Long enough that he turned his head to look.
Karvesh's mismatched eyes were sharp, calculating.
"Hue-mahn. From the old legends."
