Orion followed him across the bustling marketplace. It was still just as bustling and busy as the last time he had visited the place.
Rows of stalls and shops stretched down either side of the stone path, each with glowing mana lanterns hanging at the corners as evening approached.
The air was thick with the scent of metal, parchment, and food. A few Runesmiths hammered away in open forges, their work shielded behind magical barriers to keep the heat from scalding passersby.
'…Runesmiths use hammers to make weapons?' He looked at the smithy and inwardly muttered.
[Duh? Isn't that obvious? Why do you think otherwise?]
'Grandma… is a Runesmith.'
[Σ(O_O;)]
'Right, I… can't imagine her… hammering like this.' He hurriedly shook his head to get rid of the thought and quickened his step.
