"You've got to be kidding me. The apprentice designed and crafted a Rare Magitech weapon? Oh, George will be so pissed." Dominic heard someone mutter.
George, the Journeyman Armourer with hopes to be the Royal Forge's new Master before Pops was called up, was not impressed at all.
"There is no way that he made that on his own. I don't know how you did it, but you have cheated." He insisted.
A few of the other smiths laughed at him, and an old man with skin nearly as dark as the coal they used to increase the carbon in the steel thumped George on the head.
"You think they fooled all of us? I've been watching as well, and I saw the boy improvise when he realized he had messed up the plan. Unless they're secretly psychic, you lost fair and square. Now pay the man and take it as a lesson not to be stupid in the future." The Master Armourer insisted.
George reluctantly pulled a bag from his inventory item, a fancy golden rectangle that hung off the side of his belt.
