Weed used his Moonlight Sculpting skill and played with the light. Whenever his mana ran out, he would take an ordinary piece of wood and carve it while restoring his mana.
He ate bread crumbs in between projects and made all kinds of sculptures.
“…”
Weed did not respond to Herman.
Even Weed knew it was customary to honor his elders and be polite, but there was a limit to that. He grew tired of Herman’s countless of questions and chatter while sticking right next to him.
Not bothered by the fact Weed wasn’t replying back to them, Herman and Pin talked among themselves.
“A man with such determination will succeed regardless of what he does. Pin, be sure to meet a steady, hard-working man.”
“Of course. But where can I meet a man as steadfast as he?”
“Is there a reason to search for one far away when there is one so close?”
“Oh my, grandpa, you’re too much.”
The stress they were putting on Weed together was building up. Even when Herman left his spot, there were always other Dwarves to take his place and attempt to start a conversation.
The Dwarves from the quest and those in the same professions talked amongst themselves. They gave Weed the weapons and armour they made so could he engrave them.
As a result, Weed looked through almost all the wares the Dwarves of Kuruso had made. There wasn’t anyone else who knew about the fierce competition between the Dwarven Blacksmiths over the completion of Blacksmithing Skills better than Weed.
‘The armour Fabio makes has admirable functionality. The other properties of his works aren’t unique and aren’t quite there yet, but his armours have some great defense stats.’
Fabio’s skills were so outstanding, even Weed was jealous.
‘The quality of the materials and reputedly assured skills. He creates works with almost no mistakes.’
He wasn’t conservative with his materials and used no petty tricks; he smithed with skill alone.
‘If it’s this level… I’ve think he has Advanced Blacksmithing skills.’
After Weed saw Fabio’s greatest work, Rainbow Coloured Armour, he was absolutely sure.