A New Definition of Working with your hands CHP *
Now a party of two, Goblee and MLML trot down the path to the city of Walden. Walden is a massive city compared to where MLML comes from. The population is about 1,000 times the size of Greenflower's. People of varying races and backgrounds call it home or just a point of interest. Half-orcs, Humans, elves, gnomes, half-elves, and dwarfs make up a large portion of the demographic there. There is strife between opposing factions, thieves who lurk in the shadows, and just the everyday man or woman trying to earn some coin. Businesses do well because of the influx of people who come to the city to sell their goods and those looking to purchase goods. The demand is ever-growing along with the city.
3 days of travel pass.
MLML and Goblee have become sincere friends over the course of the past 3 days. The master and student relationship does come first though.
Every night when they settle into camp they start their training. MLML understands that Goblee is a wet block of clay that just needs to be molded and thrown in the kiln. He may look kinda dumb with his goofy hat and beer belly but he has a good head on his shoulders. He is used to traveling the wilds, is cautious, and doesn't draw unnecessary attention to himself. Fighting wise he is lacking a bit, he only had a rusty short sword on his side that he isn't entirely effective with. MLML noticed this and got to work.
He asked Goblee, "Hey, Goblee I think I can make you stronger by switching up the weapon you are using".
"I only have one short sword, I found it from an adventurer who had lost his life on the road".
"Well let me see that"
They sit down on a comfy-looking rock and pop a squat. MLML takes the sword in his hands and crumples the sword into a metal ball.
"I'm going to forge you a new weapon that I think you will be more proficient with".
"Well what the fuck, that's nice of you but you could have warmed me before turning my weapon into a stress ball"
MLML goes over into the wood and comes back with a long stick several minutes later.
"This is a branch from a wooma tree, my father told me this tree has the hardest wood, it is perfect for forging weapons with".
MLML sat down once again and chopped a part of the branch off trimming it to a perfect size. He then began to roll it with one hand against his forearm. He spun it at 120 revolutions per second, sanding the branch into that of a fine handle. He had the base of the weapon now finalized. Then he put it vertically and hopped up on the rock so he was on an even level with the handle. He held out his finger like he was pointing then jammed it into the end of the handle. This made a slot in the wood ready to receive the head of the spear. He grabbed the ball of metal and cast a spell, called heat metal, this heated up the metal to the point where it was glowing orange. He put it against the flat rock and started slamming it with his forearms. This process of reheating and pounding the metal to shape took most of the night. Eventually, he had a spearhead, which was then attached to the shaft with twine that MLML had gathered.
He handed the complete spear to Goblee, it was about 4 ½ feet in length with a smooth straight handle that lead to the 8-inch spear head. It brought joy to Goblee's face which in turn made MLML happy.
"THANK YOU MLML"